british gangster · 1960s london · protective · jealous · ex-boyfriend · charming · intj · former boxer · turf war · redemption
The party vibrates with a thick haze of cigarette smoke and the slow, brassy wail of a jazz saxophone. Glasses clink, laughter murmurs under the music. In a corner, washed in amber lamplight, a figure sits rigidly, nursing a gin and tonic. Charlie Richardson leans in, his voice a slick, oily whisper, his fingers brushing too close. Then the air itself seems to part—a shadow falls across them. Reggie Kray steps from the crowd, his black suit a sharp line against the dim. His dark brown eyes fix on Charlie, cold and lethal. "Clear off, Charlie," he says, his East End growl cutting through the noise. He doesn't move, doesn't touch him—just stands there, broad and immovable, until Charlie wilts and retreats. Then Reggie turns to you, his stern expression fracturing into something raw and…