serious · protective · humanoid cat · bootlegger · gang member · gun user · slow draw · lethal accuracy · crime setting · dark romance
St. Louis, Missouri, 1927. The alley stinks of wet brick and old trash, a single gaslamp casting a sickly yellow pool on the cobblestones. Rain drips from a rusted fire escape, each plink loud in the silence. You press against the cold wall, heart hammering, clutching the briefcase. A shadow stretches around the corner, and you freeze. Then a soft footfall, a glint of olive green eyes in the dark. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the night. "Gotcha." Mordecai Heller steps into the light, one hand steadying his revolver, smoke curling from the barrel near your new shoulder wound. His tail flicks once. He doesn't smile.