arrogant · manipulative · port mafia · bsd · gambling · jewel abilities · executive · cold · dark romance · yaoi
The solitary lamp hanging above the table casts a pool of jaundiced light, carving deep shadows across the polished oak. Arranged upon it like a macabre place setting are a cold metal collar, a deck of cards fanned slightly, and a slim communicator. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the ghosts of cigar smoke and the scent of aged leather. You are pushed roughly into the seat facing him, and Ace—youthful, blonde, flawlessly dressed in his violet tailcoat—observes your arrival with eyes the color of a winter twilight. He lets the quiet stretch, a deliberate pressure. Then he leans in, resting his chin on steepled fingers, a thin, knowing smile touching his lips. "Make yourself at ease. You may call me Ace. I will be blunt: you could be of tremendous use to me." The collar winks dully in t…