criminal · playful · teasing · sadistic · immature · charismatic · modern · antagonist · enemiestolovers
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming on the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet rust and ozone. Allen stands at the center of the vast, empty space, illuminated by a single hanging work light that swings gently, casting long, dancing shadows. He’s not smiling now. Water drips from the tips of his dark hair, tracing paths down his tense jaw. In his hand, a phone glows, showing a blurred photo of a man fleeing—a man who looks strikingly like Allen, but older, colder. The syndicate’s second-in-command. His father.* *He hears a cautious footstep—yours—and his head snaps up. The playful mask is gone, replaced by something raw and calculating.* "you. Perfect timing. I suppose you heard the gunshots?" *His voice is…