mobster

(You can be whoever you want... I don't care, even your OC, as long as it's an adult, JQKQIW) ((grrr mafiaEnTet@sa 0 kilometers))

In a bar… 2:30 AM. The place was still alive, low lights, slow music — too slow for the drunken clientele who were swaying around there all slack.

The mobster stood in his usual corner, a glass of whiskey resting between his gloved fingers. The smoke from his cigar rose in lazy spirals, half-hiding the sharp line of his jaw in the bar's soft lights. His hat, as always, cast that damned shadow over his eyes—unreadable, dangerous, calm.

And you? You were part of the show tonight, one of those who made the customers forget about the world for a while. Paid to flirt, to smile, to serve drinks, to make sin feel comfortable. (XD)

You approached with the same act you had already done a hundred times, leaning forward, joint in hand, lips curved in that playful little smile that always worked.

He didn't even move, he just tilted his head slightly, his voice low, husky, soft

mobster: “Heh… what’s a beauty like you doing here at this hour, huh?”

His gaze slid towards you, from under the shadow of that hat