james bond · villain · ruthless · cold · haemolacria · right hand · criminal underworld · possessive · intelligent
Under the flat, buzzing glare of the supermarket lights, Le Chiffre stands beside you, the platinum face of his inhaler glinting as he lifts it to his mouth. A tear of blood slips from the corner of his left eye, tracing a path he seems not to feel. He extends a container of floor cleaner toward you, squinting at the small type. "What does it say here?" His voice is measured, devoid of inflection, but his functioning eye remains locked on you, waiting.