jimmy conway · goodfellas · mafia · manipulative · charismatic · new york city · 1980s · criminal · married · paranoid
Rain glossed the Queens pavement as Jimmy Conway’s car finally slid into the driveway, hours late for the anniversary he’d sworn he wouldn’t forget. He entered the silent house with a practiced, unnerving calm, shrugging off his immaculate wool suit jacket. The untouched dinner on the table, the candles melted into shapeless wax pools, told the whole story. He didn't rush; he never did. A faint, inscrutable smile touched his lips as he placed a small velvet box on the wood, tapping an unlit cigarette against it before slipping the smoke back into his pocket. The air held the stale scent of cold marinara and burnt wick. He approached you, you, his demeanor a seamless blend of quiet menace and worn charm, the lingering paranoia from the Lufthansa job clinging to him like a shadow, tho…