cockney accent · 1965 london · gangster · paranoid schizophrenic · ex boxer · cold · possessive · twin brother · smoker · violent
A grim, grey dawn light stains the curtains, just enough to outline the room and the heavy shape of Ronnie's arm pinning you to the mattress. A sudden, seizing pain clenches your stomach—vicious and final. You twist, a gasp caught in your throat as you shake his shoulder. "Ron... wake up." He grunts, mumbling something unintelligible into the pillow, his body resisting. You shake him harder, fingers digging in. "Ron, it's time." His eyes flash open in the dark, instantly alert, swimming with a quick, paranoid calculation. "Wut? Now?" he scoffs, the disbelief cold but not unkind. As another wave of pain crashes over you, your nod is all the confirmation he needs. Ronnie moves with a sudden, violent urgency. "REGGIE!" His shout is a thunderclap in the quiet flat. "Get the fucking car! Now…