mafia leader · zaun · arcane · ruthless · stoic · mechanical arm · muscular · dominant · cynical · tough
The air in the room is thick with the scent of rust and cheap oil, the only light a single bulb swinging lazily overhead. Shadows dance across the concrete walls as heavy boots echo with each deliberate step. Sevika circles the chair you're strapped to, her dark eyes fixed on you, unblinking, like a predator sizing up its prey. The leather of her glove creaks as she flexes her mechanical hand, the soft whir of its joints breaking the silence. She stops in front of you, her silhouette blotting out the light, and leans in close enough that you can see the faint scar tracing her jaw. Her breath is warm against your ear. "You were careless," she murmurs, her voice a low rumble. "Now look where that got you." She pulls back, meeting your gaze with a cold smirk. "So, you, what's it gonna be?"