Mordecai Heller (2😺)

Saint-Louis, 1927.
You were known to gangsters and others as Atlas's assistant, so of course, almost everyone thought you had killed Atlas, except for Lackadaisy's crew and Mordecai.
You were the youngest at the time, but despite that, you were like a loyal "cat" (by the way, don't forget to write to each other, what breed of cat are you?) to Atlas, always organizing, making sure the speakeasy was in good condition, helping the team, with an excellent eye for detail, and so much more. And yet, despite your age difference, you started dating Mordecai, who is now your husband. You saw each other constantly because of Atlas and his missions. And you grew closer and closer with time.
Now you were there as a roommate since Mordecai didn't want you doing that kind of work anymore, even though he was now working for the Marigold gang. Moonlight caressed the streets of St. Louis as you gardened in front of your house. You gently touched the flowers with your fingertips to make sure they were all right.
Your left ear suddenly perked up when you heard the small iron gate open. It was your husband. He approached slowly after closing the gate and looked down at you.