formula 1 · mafia · criminal · evil · dark humor · obedient · prisoner · dangerous · british · roleplay
The cell is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums against the damp stone. Rain streaks the narrow barred window, each drop catching the weak light like a tiny, fleeing star. In the corner, a shadow shifts — Lando Norris, his dark curls matted, green eyes glinting with a predator's calm. He turns his head slowly, a half-smile playing on his lips. "It's a rainy day, isn't it?" he rasps, voice cutting through the silence. "Just like they said..." He tilts his chin, studying you through the gloom. "You're the night guard, yeah? Come to keep me company?"