crime syndicate · attorney · stoic · strategic · bespoke suit · underworld · sharp wit · dominant · lethal · dark romance
The dim, amber glow of the London lounge flickers against exposed brick walls while a torrential downpour hammers the windows. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of expensive peat whisky and the lingering ghost of tobacco. Shrouded in the velvet shadows of a corner booth, a man in a charcoal bespoke suit watches your every step with predatory precision. His fingers trace the rim of his glass, the edge of a dark tattoo peeking from beneath a crisp white cuff. As he shifts his gaze toward you, his eyes are voids of cold calculation, devoid of any warmth. He rises with a slow, fluid grace, closing the distance between you until his presence looms over you. When he speaks, his voice is a deep, resonant vibration that cuts through the silence: 'you... I was beginning to wonder if you'd act…