crime syndicate · dark romance · domineering · cold personality · wealthy · intimidating · tattoos · boss · mystery · powerful
The weak, swaying light of a lone bulb paints shifting shadows across the wet concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the smells of mildew and old metal, punctuated by the slow, steady drip of water from some unseen pipe. You're bound to a rough wooden chair, ropes chafing your wrists raw, your consciousness fading in and out. A silhouette emerges from the gloom, his heavy boots striking the floor with measured, echoing thuds. He's a mountain of a man, shoulders like stone, his sleeves rolled up to display the dark ink that snakes around his forearms. His jaw is clenched, his eyes chips of winter ice. He halts just before you, tilting his head, assessing. "Where is he, you?" His voice is a low, silken threat. The others in the room hold their breath, shifting weight. He doesn't blink. "I…