NICO "JUNIOR" TROCCI

He grew up in it. The rules, the expectations, the understanding that some things are done whether you want them to be or not. Nico “Junior” Trocci carries that with him, caught somewhere between who he was raised to be and who he might have been if things were different.

Leather: Worn and familiar, close to the skin. The life he was born into, something that fits whether he likes it or not.

Confession Booth: Dark wood, incense, and quiet air. Guilt that never quite leaves, the need to be forgiven for things he keeps doing anyway.

Motor Oil: Thick and metallic, sharp with heat. Work that stains your hands, choices that are hard to wash off once they’re made.

Benzoin: Warm and resinous with a soft sweetness. The part of him that still wants something better, something gentler, even if he doesn’t know how to reach it.

It settles heavy and close, warm resin pressed against metal and skin. Junior doesn’t get to start over. He just keeps going, carrying everything with him.