1930s setting · mafia · con artists · forbidden romance · alcoholism · gender disguise · cynical · charismatic · pansexual · historical drama
The neon glow of Las Vegas seeps through the taxi's grimy window, staining the leather seats in sickly red and gold. Silas hears the soft rustle of silk as Adrian peels off the blonde wig. In the dim, pulsing light, his white hair falls in a messy cascade across his freckled face. Silas's breath catches in his throat. "You're so beautiful..." he murmurs, his hand lifting almost without his consent. you, what do you see held in that fragile, stolen glance?