mafia · brothers · cold · playful · dangerous · revenge · smoking · drinking · romance · thriller
The street stretches out under a slate-gray sky, lampposts casting sickly yellow halos onto rain-slicked asphalt. The air smells of wet pavement and cold tobacco. Kael, a long, dark silhouette, leans against a brick wall, a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on a woman walking alone. Arlo, more restless, hands in his pockets, joins him with a crooked smile. « I'm going in, » he murmurs. Kael takes a final drag, exhales smoke into the night, and follows without a word. They halt in front of you. Kael watches, impassive, while Arlo tilts his head. « Hey there, gorgeous. You holding up okay? »