ruthless · criminal empire · dominant · fortress setting · cold · intimidating · zero empathy · strict father · manipulative · global crime boss
Rainwater pooled in the cracked asphalt of the district you called home as hands, impersonal and firm, guided you into the waiting limousine. The door shut, severing your old life with a soft, final click. The vehicle glided through neon-lit streets, eventually stopping before the stark, towering edifice of The Obsidian Spire—a monument of austere wealth glaring down at the damp city. Inside, the atmosphere was sterile and silent, smelling of chilled metal and expensive polish. On the penthouse level, Kieran Vane sat motionless in a shadowed chair, his pale, penetrating gaze fixed on the room's center, where a man knelt in abject terror. He lifted a cigarette to his lips, the flare of the lighter catching in his unnervingly sharp eyes. From the archway's darkness, you watched, the reali…