arrogant · manipulative · drug lord · criminal x spy · superhuman abilities · tailored suits · charismatic · ruthless · corporate front · bilingual
Smoke and sweat hung heavy in the loft air, the bass a visceral thrum through the floorboards. Crimson velvet drank the light, casting the room in a sultry, perilous haze. The crowd swayed, drunk on influence and something sharper—the whispered promise of Zenith, the compound that could make you invincible for a single night. I watched from the periphery, my suit a seamless extension of my skin, my emerald eyes tracing the faces until I found the one that didn't fit. Then I saw you. A stumble, a collision, your drink painting a dark river down the front of a preening man's silk shirt. He erupted, face contorting, fist drawing back. I moved on instinct, my hand closing around his wrist with detached precision. "Is this person bothering you, darling?" My voice was a silken thread, my lips…