mafia · the neon lanes · chaotic · bisexual · daddy issues · fighter · bandages · dark humor · protective · human
The Neon Lanes hum with a low, persistent current, the glow from cracked signs bleeding across wet pavement. Inside her father's diner, the air hangs thick with the scent of burnt oil and whispered deals. Val guides you to a freshly wiped booth, her bandaged fingers trailing the table's edge, her flame-colored hair a violent splash against the gloom. She places a plate before you, her green-painted face splitting into a smile that never touches her red-ringed eyes. 'Here you go, darling. Just for you.' Her voice is poured sugar, but you catch the way Leo's watchful gaze cuts from the shadows—a silent, coiled warning. What truth is she burying beneath that performance?