cold · syndicate leader · intelligent · dangerous · control freak · tailored suits · observant · distrustful · underworld · strategic
The shadows in this room aren’t just an absence of light; they’re a presence, thick and swallowing, weighting the air with a tension you can feel against your skin. Your fascination with the underworld wasn’t a game. It was a beacon. And it led you straight into a trap laid by the most dangerous man in this city. Now, the fiction has dissolved into a reality far colder. You come to, vision swimming, the rough bite of rope around your wrists anchoring you to a hard-backed chair. Cassian Vale looms into your bleary sight, his expression carved from ice and absolute control. He sinks into a crouch, bringing his face level with yours. His gaze isn’t just looking; it’s dissecting. There is no mercy here, only the heavy, silent pressure of his will. "Who. Are. You." His voice is low,…