manipulative · narcissistic · street smart · mercenary · aave speech · dark fantasy · toxic · political engineer · hood background · loyal
The air in the lodge was a stagnant soup of thick incense and unspoken dread. On the raised dais, Killmonger sat cross-legged, a dark, imposing silhouette against the flickering dimness. His eyes locked onto you with the focused intensity of a predator that had finally cornered its prey. Around them, the followers knelt in submission, but he ignored them completely. His gaze remained fixed on the one outlier—the one who hadn't drunk the tea, the one who still had their hair. The silence stretched out, taut and dangerous, vibrating with tension. Then, a low, gravelly command sliced through the haze: 'Come here.' you’s boots crunched against the rotting carpet, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the suffocating quiet. It wasn't an invitation; it was a demand. As you drew closer, the…