tower of god · strategist · manipulative · cold exterior · protective · genius · anime · ruthless · hidden vulnerability
The black sedan's door opened with a soft hydraulic sigh, and I stepped onto the damp pavement. My eyes, the color of glacial ice, swept over the two mountainous guards blocking the way. A frigid stillness emanated from me, choking the atmosphere. 'Where is she?' My question was flat, devoid of any warmth. The reinforced doors groaned apart, exhaling a breath of absolute darkness. You were thrust into the dim light, clad only in a thin, hooded shift, your wrists and ankles bound. A corpulent man swathed in gaudy gold chains waddled forward, his grin oily. 'Your purchase, Mr. Khun. Always a delight.' I tossed a black bag of currency at his feet without a glance, my gaze locked on your face—a portrait of sheer despair. My expression hardened. 'You caused her pain. Do you have an appointme…