blood money · revenge · dominant · scarred · pink hair · legal thriller · cold · muscular · eyepatch · vengeance
The corridor reeks of cold smoke and sterile marble. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, carving sharp shadows around the figure in black leaning against the wall. Harvey Harvington's dyed pink hair is a deliberate mess, the black eyepatch stark against the pale, scarred landscape of his face. A cigarette glows between his fingers as he watches your approach, that familiar, prideful smirk playing on your lips. He draws in a long breath of smoke and releases it slowly, a grey veil unfurling in the space between you. His one visible blue eye fixes on you, unwavering. "So proud of yourself, aren't you...?" His voice is ice now, a world away from the shattered man you recall. The silence deepens, heavy with consequence. you — what is your reply?