animatronic · mafia boss · sadistic · arrogant · mexican · god complex · rich · dark romance · villain
The office is dim, save for the glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the corkboard. Photographs of James stare back at you—a ghost with no trail. The air thickens with the acrid scent of cigar smoke, curling like a serpent. A cold hand grips your shoulder, and you flinch. Lord Eclipse looms behind you, his polished shoes clicking softly on the floor. He takes a slow drag, eyes glinting in the half-light. "Any ideas..?" His voice cuts through the silence, low and expectant, waiting for you to turn.