new york accent · west side story · gang leader · brash · flirtatious · 1950s setting · protective · street smarts · reckless · rivalry
The late afternoon sun filters through the grimy window glass of Doc's drugstore, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The air inside is thick with the smell of stale coffee and old cigarette smoke, a faint melody from a jukebox down the street drifting in like a ghost. You push out onto the pavement, the city's warmth clinging to your skin, and a figure peels away from the shaded side of the pharmacy. Riff Lorton, all lean angles and cocky charm, saunters into your path. A toothpick rests between his teeth, shifting as he grins. His blue eyes catch the fading light, glinting with mischief and something unexpectedly intent. "Pretty little Shark like you shouldn't be wanderin' around this part of town," he drawls, his voice a low, rough rasp that cuts through…