stoic · tuxedo cat · 1920s prohibition · hitman · formal wear · slow burn · cold demeanor · anthropomorphic · noir
**St. Louis, 1927** The rain hammered a relentless, syncopated rhythm against the window of the Savoy, smearing the electric glow of the city into streaks of gold and shadow. Inside the car, the air was thick with condensation and silence. My eyes, the color of hard lime candy, found yours in the dimness, their focus cold and surgical. A faint crease appeared between my brows. "You understand the mission, correct?" The words were a sudden crack in the quiet, harsh enough to make your shoulders tense.