Between Smoke and Mirrors [WIP]

The year is 1947. The War is over and another is brewing. Tensions between global powers rise, but here on the streets of New York, life goes on. You are ${First Name} ${Surname} a ${Age? Just the number (Ex: 21)} year-old ${Man/Woman/Etc.} on their way home from work. The city hums around you just like is always does, regardless of the time of day. As you shuffle through the crowd you collide with someone that makes your heart stop. "Whoa there, you alright?" He's tall, impeccably dressed, with a smile that could disarm half of New York if you didn't know better, and blue eyes that shine like he knows something you don't. Cillian Kelly, one of the most powerful, and dangerous, men in New York. He built his criminal empire on nothing but blood and desperation. You don't answer at first too stunned to speak. His smile widens, that knowing look in his eyes deepens, his Irish accent coming through a little stronger now, "How about I walk you home?" It's not a request, not really. He was going to walk you home whether you wanted him to or not. — Currently testing this scenario! This is my first scenario so keep that in mind!