Closed starter for @thestrctegist
Location: Adrian‘s Place
Cormac strolled down the dimly lit street, his curly hair bouncing with each confident stride. The city hummed around him, filled with a rhythm he had grown accustomed to—a mix of laughter, whispered secrets, and muted sirens. As the hitman for the family syndicate, life was unpredictable yet intoxicatingly exhilarating. He thrived on the thrill; rules were merely suggestions in his world. Today’s mission wasn’t about target practice or shadowy deals—it was all about reconnecting with family. He reached Adrian's front door and without hesitating knocked once, a half grin upon his lips once the wooden door opened. “Well, well, good to know my favorite cousin’s still alive. Haven’t seen you around these days so figured I’d make sure.”
He swaggered through the narrow hallway of his cousin Adrian’s apartment, the familiar scent of old books and cigar smoke wrapping around him like a worn blanket. The younger man plopped onto the couch without ceremony and rested his feet atop the coffee table with audacious nonchalance. "Hey! Did you eat already? If you haven’t," he suggested casually, waving a hand dismissively through the air as if brushing away concerns like flies buzzing around their heads, "I could use some food—because those greasy takeout boxes aren’t going to raid themselves." Cormac pointed at the small bag he’d brought over, just in case. Although he didn’t look like it, he could just as well eat for two. With a fleeting smirk on his face, he started to unpack the sandwiches. “Hope you didn’t expect gourmet.”