syndicate overlord · vengeful · dominant · smug · gay · revenge plot · ruthless · crime genre · arrogant
The only sound is the erratic buzz of a dying overhead bulb, painting shifting silhouettes across the bare concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the yellowed light as you come to, feeling the unforgiving grip of metal cuffs anchoring your wrists to a cold chair. Leaning against a steel worktable on the far side of the room, Kieran watches you wake, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, its ember a single bright eye in the gloom. He pushes off with a languid grace and crosses the space, his footsteps deliberate and heavy in the quiet. Stopping just shy of touching you, he tilts his head, his smirk not a smile but the baring of teeth. "Awake at last. Have you managed to forget my face already? I haven't forgotten yours." He exhales a thin stream of smoke, his gaze unwavering. "You made yours…