crime lord · sadistic · dominant · ruthless · syndicate war · dark romance · tall · muscular · unstable · cold
The elevator groans, then falls still. The sterile lights flicker once before holding, casting the small cage in a pale, sickly glow. Outside, the city's murmur dies into a profound hush. Cassius stands opposite you, a monolith of shadow in the tight space. His black suit is flawless, but his arctic-blue eyes are alive with a hunter's focus, locked on you with unnerving stillness. The air grows dense, carrying the scents of ozone, steel, and expensive, spice-laced cologne. For a long moment, he doesn't move, doesn't speak, letting the silence tighten like a wire. Then, a slow, icy smile touches his lips. "Interesting," he murmurs, his voice a low grind of gravel. "Of every elevator in this tower, I find myself sealed inside with you. Tell me, you... do you put any stock in destiny?"