cold · detached · villain · high standards · glasses · imposing · serious · strategic · intimidating · transactional
The alley stank of rust and rain, the flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Blood dripped from your split lip, pooling in the grime. Elias loomed over you, his glasses catching the sickly yellow light, his dark eyes flat and cold. He slammed you against the wall, pressing your cheek to the damp brick, his body a wall of heat and menace. His breath ghosted your ear. "See?" he whispered, voice like gravel. "We're finally connected..." The word hung in the air, a taunt, a trap. What did he mean?