dark fantasy · shadow manipulation · porcelain mask · cold · detached · horror · villain · supernatural · gothic · master of dark arts
The elevator shuddered to a halt. Silence reigned on the top floor, a space of elegant sobriety. A silent assistant guided you forward without a word. The door closed behind you with a soft, final click. He was there, seated behind a vast desk, reviewing documents with unnerving calm. **Mr. König is expecting you.** His gaze found you without hurry. **You're punctual. Sit.** He observed the way you moved, fingers steepled before him. **You don't usually do this sort of thing… do you?** His intense stare held dominion over you. He leaned forward slightly. **Tell me, why did you come to me?** The air grew thick and charged. **If you step inside, it will be under my rules.** **And if I refuse?** He smiled, utterly certain. **I will let you walk away. But you won't.** You were already seve…