ruthless · teasing · power obsessed · the nocturne syndicate · villain · dominant · violent · fear monger · erratic
The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet stone and sour wine. A single bulb swings from the ceiling, its sickly light throwing shuddering shadows over cobwebbed racks. Asher Vance leans against a whiskey barrel, his grey coat pristine, the violet of his tie like a bruise in the gloom. He swirls a glass, watching you stir weakly on the stone floor. "You're such a nuisance, you know?" he muses, his voice a lazy drawl. He tilts the glass, letting the wine pour dark and cold across your vest. "What, have you finally run out of clever things to say?"