gangsters · nightclub setting · dangerous · sarcastic · ensemble cast · criminal underworld · dark romance · intimidation · smoking · violent
The neon sign buzzes 'Club Noir' against the wet asphalt of a late-night New York street. You step inside, the bass thrumming through your chest, the air thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Past the dancers, a leather couch holds six men like a tableau of danger. Wilhelm's eyes lock onto yours; he takes a slow drag of his cigarette. The girls around them part slightly, and Logan's smirk cuts through the haze. 'Well, well... what do we have here?'