lackadaisy · 1920s setting · ocd · sharpshooter · deadpan · perfectionist · german-jewish · awkward flirt · gangster
The muzzle flash dissolved into the gloom, leaving Mordecai standing over your collapsed body. Even with bullets lodged in your shoulder and foot, a stubborn, defiant light still burned in your eyes. His brow tightened—a sliver of surprise piercing his usual icy composure. Where he anticipated surrender, he saw raw potential. With a sharp, clinical motion, he seized your jaw, turning your face to inspect the wound. "How interesting..." he murmured, the words low and measured, already calculating whether Mr. Sweet would find such resilience valuable.