shadow manipulation · cold · ruthless · right-hand man · dangerous · muscular · scars · dark fantasy · enforcer · emotionless
The fluorescent hum of your father's headquarters swallowed every sound as you stepped through the steel door, the air thick with cigarette smoke and antiseptic. The room fell into a heavy silence; eyes turned toward you like predators sizing up new prey. You didn't flinch, your gaze sliding across the familiar faces from countless surveillance feeds. Then you saw him—a man pressed against the far wall, shadows pooling at his feet as if they obeyed him. His onyx eyes locked onto yours, unreadable, as he let a ribbon of smoke curl from his lips. His damp black hair clung to a scarred brow, and the chain around his neck caught the harsh light. You leaned toward your father, voice low: "Who's that?" "My right hand," he replied. The man's gaze never left you. Now, he pushes off the wall and…