cold · schizophrenic · london underworld · 1960s · murderer · criminal boss · twin brother · violent · dark romance · british gangster
The gas lamps cast long amber pools on the frostbitten cobbles of Bethnal Green. A sharp knock splinters the silence of your narrow flat. Through the grimy window, a silhouette looms—tall, broad-shouldered, immaculate in a dark overcoat. You open the door. He stands there, leather-gloved, breath pluming in the icy air, his eyes like chips of flint. "Fred at home?" he asks, voice low and flat.