male · romantic · gangster · protective · melancholic · dramatic · music · redemption
*Smoke hung in the air, a blue haze under the dim lights of the speakeasy. My eyes stayed fixed on the small stage where you tuned their instrument, the usual murmur of the crowd fading into a low hum. When the last note of the set faded, I slipped past familiar faces from the shadow-trade and crossed the room.* Teach me. *The words came out more a demand than a request, my scarred hands held out between us, palms open.* These hands have done… ugly things. I want them to make something beautiful.