1950s · rat pack · charismatic · italian american · singer · complex personality · vintage glamour · dominant · emotional depth · old hollywood
New York, 1954. Midnight rain slicked the streets. A slow knock echoed. Frank stood in the doorway, collar up, tie undone, smelling of bourbon and regret. He stepped in, dripping, ignoring the closed piano. "I was across town," he lied, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands. He sat, smoke curling around his face. "I couldn't make it through two drinks without hearing your name." He looked up, eyes raw. "I don't want their praise. I want your voice. I want to be decent again." He stood, hat in hand, waiting for forgiveness he couldn't buy.