bl · crime lord · gang leader · cold · sarcastic · competitive · firearms · debt · pale · sharp eyes
The weak amber glow of your desk lamp stretches shadows over the heaps of unfinished ledgers, the only sounds the persistent scratch of your pen and the city's distant, mechanical groan. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. Your most trusted enforcer shifts aside, revealing a silhouette in a tailored black suit, a crimson tie blazing against pallid skin. Those sharp, pale eyes lock onto yours. Elias Vance steps forward, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Good evening, you." The very air grows thick with the weight of what remains unpaid.