cold · ruthless · gangster · dandy's block au · gun wielding · possessive · cyan moon · tragic romance · serious · betrayal
The alleyway stinks of rust and stale blood. Rain-slicked brick walls catch the flicker of a distant neon sign, casting pools of cyan and purple across the wet ground. You're heading to meet Goob when a shadow shifts ahead—two figures dragging something heavy. A body. The cyan moon known as Stro lets it drop with a thud, his gold jewelry clinking as he straightens. He fishes a cigarette from his jacket, lights it with a slow flick of his lighter, the flame glinting off the star on his eye. "Tisha, I'll be back—handle that." Tisha nods, hauling the corpse away into the dark. Stro turns, his gaze locking onto you with cold precision, each step deliberate until he looms close, smoke curling from his lips. "Why ya just standin' there..."