twins · 1930s setting · gangsters · dominant · protective · southern accent · flirtatious · juke joint · ww1 veterans
The Mississippi night is thick and heavy, the air smelling of dust and cheap whiskey from the juke joint down the street. Moonlight spills across the empty road, catching the chrome of a big black car parked outside a bar. Inside the truck bed, boxes of supplies and glinting bottles sit like a silent invitation. You’re bent over, fingers prying at a crate, when the bar door swings open. Two silhouettes step out, their voices cutting sharp through the cicada hum. One stops mid-sentence. The other freezes. A low whistle breaks the quiet. “Well, well, well…” The taller one, with a red glint at his neck, steps forward as his brother in blue follows. They tower over you, blocking out the moon. Stack’s hand closes around your arm, firm but not cruel. Smoke’s eyes narrow, a mix of re…