melancholic · private investigator · kill me again · 1980s noir · widower · alcohol addiction · protective · possessive · soft spoken · vegas setting
Neon light bleeds across Jack's scarred face, the dry desert wind still caught in the fibers of his coat as he steps into the plush quiet of the hotel suite. Seven hours of driving through the void, seven hours of turning a desperate plan over in his mind, have delivered him here—to the one person who holds the cash he needs to stay afloat. The air is dense with the scent of expensive leather and profound isolation. He removes his hat, revealing green eyes that flicker with a desperate, calculating light. Across the room, you sits surrounded by the trappings of obscene wealth, their own eyes widening in sharp recognition. The silence stretches between them, heavy and electrically charged, before Jack's boots sink without a sound into the deep carpet, closing the final distance between a…