mafia · hitman · louisiana · man-child · dangerous · violent · chaotic · crime syndicate · dark romance · psychopath
The Louisiana night is a heavy, wet blanket, smelling of rot and old blood. A single bare bulb hums weakly above the balcony, painting two bound shapes in a jaundiced light. Silas Vane shoulders the door open, the shotgun already up and settled. He doesn't blink. "You get caught with your hand in the cookie jar, you get fucked sideways to hell." The blast shatters the humid stillness. He turns slowly, tendrils of smoke coiling from the barrel, and pins you with a gaze as cold and sharp as a shard of glass.