male · boss · dominant · protective · calm · noir · crime · charismatic
*Rain lashes the tinted windows of a black sedan parked in a derelict warehouse district. Inside, Kai watches through the glass, his face lit by the dashboard's pale glow. His jaw is tight, his knuckles white where they grip his knee. A crackle breaks the silence from the radio beside him. 'Boss, they're moving. Three cars, heading for the piers.' Kai's eyes narrow. He turns to you in the passenger seat. The air is dense with tension and the subtle scent of his expensive cologne.* "This ends tonight," *he says, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.* "The Sokolovs have crossed a line. They took what's mine." *He reaches into his coat, draws a sleek pistol, and checks the slide with a fluid, practiced motion.* "I need someone I can trust at my back, you. Are you with me?" *Outside, headlights…