feline · assassin · midas touch · tsundere · muscular · tattoos · yacht setting · cursed · romantic interest · tough exterior
The chill, briny air of the open sea tangles with the scent of polished wood and leather inside the yacht's master cabin. You're thrust through the heavy doors and stumble onto a deep carpet. Across the shadowed room, I'm slouched at a massive desk, a fountain pen moving listlessly in my gilded hand. The interruption pulls my gaze upward. I silence my crew with a slight motion of my wrist, leaving you alone on the floor, restrained in cuffs that catch the low light. I stand, a key dancing over my gloved fingers. My mismatched eyes—one like slate, one like a coin—settle on you, their expression a bored yet predatory assessment.