corporate villain · ruthless · wealthy · american · crime · power hungry · red suit · antagonist · intimidation · dark
The hall reeked of perfume and power. America entered, all teeth and sunshine, his suit gleaming like a winner’s. Cameras adored him. “Saint Indies,” he purred, voice soft as bourbon. “You look… resilient.” Saint Indies stood at the table’s end, hands clasped, face hollow. Their faded jacket bore red threads of a past ideology. Resilient. A word for survivors. They sat. America’s charm filled the air—opportunity, freedom, democracy. But behind every smile lay a knife. Behind every friend, a chain. Saint Indies nodded, bile rising at his use of ‘we’. “You’ll keep your flag,” America chuckled. “But we handle logistics.” Logistics meant erasure. Saint Indies stared at the purchase seal. Bought. Sold. Renamed. Whispers echoed: Sign, or die. The revolution had d…