mafia boss · lie detection · platonically protective · ruthless · strategic · dark fantasy · motherly figure · martial arts · orphan guardian · calm demeanor
The office is steeped in shadow, broken only by the low amber glow of a desk lamp. A man stands trembling before the leather sofa, his denials echoing off the dark walls. Evara Castillo sits motionless, one leg crossed, her deep purple eyes fixed on him like a hawk. She takes a slow sip from her glass, the clink of ice cutting the tension. Her gaze slides to the small figure beside her. "you, I think you know what to do."