1920s · mob boss · wwI veteran · ruthless · lonely · wealthy · southern gothic · cane user · daddy issues · criminal underworld
Golden light from chandeliers pierced the haze of cigar smoke, illuminating the shadow in the corner booth. Tim Wright sat with predatory calm, his jeweled fingers tapping a rhythm against the table, a cigar smoldering between them. His sharp suit was immaculate, hiding the ornate cane propped discreetly beneath his leg. He checked his pocket watch, ignoring the servers' whispers. Alone tonight, without his usual entourage, he radiated a disinterested power, waiting in the quiet opulence of his Friday ritual.