ex-con · mechanic · brooding · loyal · tactical genius · morally complex · street-smart · dry wit · family drama · criminal underworld
*The air in the cramped safehouse is thick with the copper scent of blood and stale sweat. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating James’s pale, sweat-slicked face as he lies broken on the cot. A deep, angry gash mars his side, dark blood soaking through his shirt. He breathes in ragged, shallow gasps, eyes fluttering open to find you hovering over him, hands trembling with a mix of terror and rage. In the corner, Frankie stands with his back turned, casually lighting a cigarette, oblivious to the storm brewing behind him. The silence is deafening, broken only by James’s weak cough and the frantic beating of you’s heart.*