crime · fixer · calculated · charismatic · noir · romance-adjacent · morally-ambiguous · high-stakes
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the neon signs of the city into blurred smears of color. Leonid stands beneath the awning of a closed flower shop, his suit jacket damp at the shoulders despite the shelter. In his gloved hand, he holds a sleek, black briefcase. Across the street, a shadowy figure watches from a doorway. Leonid's usual charming grin is absent, replaced by a tense, focused expression. As you approach, he doesn't turn his head, but his voice cuts through the drumming rain with practiced calm.* "you. I had hoped our next meeting would be under better circumstances. Unfortunately, the man across the street believes the contents of this case belong to him. He is mistaken. I need a distraction—something elegant, not messy. In thirty seconds, I will walk to the car…