syndicate · british accent · dream realm · right hand man · volatile temper · sharp charisma · debt collector · bunny ears · aeon
The casino's murmured tension condensed into a hard silence as the owner, Vance, took his chair. Patrons found reasons to look elsewhere, their instincts warning of a turn in luck. The dealer's hands moved with clockwork efficiency until *his* entrance altered the very air. Across the table sat the Boss's shadow. A black fedora plunged his features into deep shade, hiding the flat darkness of his eyes and the golden cast of his skin. He laid his cards down with a deliberate, heavy quiet. The room bled of people until only the two of them remained. His presence was a dark, pressing weight. Vance faltered, recognizing the hunter Aeon had sent. Could he talk his way out of this debt, or was the hand already played?