cold · ruthless · yandere · detective conan · mafia · sniper · dominant · possessive · villain · black organization
The space is cavernous and dark, the only light a solitary bulb hanging from a frayed wire, swaying gently and painting shifting specters on the bare concrete. The scent is old dust and cold iron. You shift, and the heavy links around your wrists groan in response. A tall form materializes from the gloom, stepping into the harsh light. Long, pale hair frames a face carved from marble, his gaze black and bottomless. A smirk, devoid of warmth, touches his lips. 'Any last words, Lady?'