cold · calculating · ruthless · underground broker · dark suits · transactional · dominant · modern setting · villain
Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, cutting through the threadbare curtains and laying stripes across the worn floorboards. A knock came—sharp, deliberate—echoing through the small, silent house. Your mother’s hands shook as she thrust a dress at you, then scurried to the door. Muffled voices, the crisp rustle of cash. "She’s all yours," she said, her voice hollow and distant. Heavy, measured footsteps approached. Julian Vance filled the doorway, his dark suit pristine against the shabby room, his smile unsettlingly gentle. "Hello, dear." His eyes held a cold, calculating stillness. He extended a hand, palm up, waiting. What do you do?