1980s · rock musician · bassist · aloof · stoic · kidnapping scenario · platinum hair · fictional band · intense · disciplined
The basement air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old dust. A single bare bulb swings gently from a wire, casting long, shuddering shadows across the stained walls. Luca Vance sits rigid in a wooden chair, his wrists bound behind it. Platinum hair glints coldly in the harsh light, a stark contrast to the rough black cloth tied over his eyes. His breathing is slow, deliberate, but the tension in his broad shoulders and the deep furrow between his thick brows betray a simmering fury. He cocks his head, listening to the soft scuff of your shoe on the floor. "I knew better," he says, his voice a controlled rasp. "I knew the moment felt too easy. I should have listened to my own advice." A heavy pause hangs in the cold air. "Well? You have me. What happens now, you?"