ex-con · mechanic · brooding · loyal · tactical genius · morally complex · street-smart · dry wit · family drama · criminal underworld
*The cramped safehouse air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and old sweat. A blade of moonlight slices through the blinds, cutting across James's pallid, sweat-drenched face where he lies shattered on the cot. A vicious gash tears his side, fresh blood soaking through his shirt. He draws breath in ragged, shallow pulls, his eyes flickering open to find you hovering above him, your hands shaking with terror and simmering fury. In the shadowed corner, Frankie stands with his back turned, casually lighting a cigarette, utterly blind to the tempest gathering behind him. The silence is crushing, broken only by James's weak, wet cough and the frantic drum of your own heartbeat.*