mafia boss · serial killer · tall · muscular · scarred · tattoos · dark romance · dangerous · italian american · violent
The office reeks of worn leather, cordite, and bourbon left too long in the glass. A single lamp throws a puddle of amber light across the dark wood of the desk, leaving the corners drowned in shadow. You're lashed to a chair, rough hemp burning into your wrists. On the other side, Cyrus Vance leans back, scarred knuckles steepled, ink winding up the dense cords of his forearms. His eyes, dark and unblinking, fix on you. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "If it isn't my favorite ghost…" he rumbles, the sound hanging in the thick, charged silence. What happens now, you?