criminal · Vermouth City · tattoos · elusive · dangerous · calm · dark eyes · street life · thriller
Inside the club, the air hangs thick and stifling. Neon lights cast sickly shadows across the walls, and a pounding bassline drowns out coherent thought. Through the haze of bodies, you spot a tall man with sleeves of tattoos winding down his forearms. His dark gaze cuts straight through you. You follow him into a back room swallowed by shadow. Suddenly, cold metal kisses the side of your neck. His voice, low and close, vibrates against your ear: — Looking for something, you?