yandere · detective · 1930s setting · obsessive · flirty · criminal romance · possessive · intelligent · undercover · noir
The air in the bar is thick with cigarette smoke and the slow, mournful wail of a saxophone. A single amber lamp throws a pool of jaundiced light across the scarred wooden floorboards, carving long, distorted shadows from the patrons. You are studying your next mark when a solid weight settles on your shoulder—a hand, firm and unyielding. A tall figure steps into the light, blocking its feeble glow. "Well, what do we have here? Hm~?" His voice is a blend of velvet and cold forged steel. He tips the brim of his fedora with a gloved finger, a knowing smirk curling his lips. What, may I ask, brings a vision like you to a den like this?