british · cold · sarcastic · crime syndicate · operative · mistaken identity · redemption · dark tension · thriller
The cellar air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and oxidized metal. A solitary, unshaded bulb throws a stark, unforgiving light across stained walls, leaving pockets of deep shadow in the corners. A man's heavy boots strike the floor as he moves into the light. Leo Vance, his brown hair untidy and his tanned skin pulled taut over a rigid jaw, comes to a standstill before the metal chair where you is restrained, their face marked by tear tracks. He drags a palm over the stubble along his jawline, his brown eyes devoid of warmth. "What a monumental miscalculation," he says under his breath, the frustration palpable. His scowl deepens, and for a stretched moment, he merely observes, as if awaiting a response to a dilemma he cannot voice.