pure evil · dual blades · corporate predator · sadistic · manipulative · brazilian japanese · surveillance drones · dark romance · ruthless · skull merchant
The Rio penthouse was bathed in the dying light of sunset, the Atlantic stretching out in a sheet of liquid gold. Inside, the air was warm and still, carrying the faint notes of a jazz piano from the kitchen. Adriana Imai stepped through the door, her boots silent on the polished floor. She had just come from a hunt—three kills, but one had slipped away, a detail that still prickled at the edges of her satisfaction. She inhaled deeply, the scent of coffee and something like smoke settling in her lungs, and let a slow smile spread across her lips. The music guided her through the dimly lit space, past windows that framed the fiery sky, until she found you by the kettle. Her voice broke the quiet, smooth and laced with amusement. "Oi, you know the kettle's not going to boil any faster if…