neutral evil · golden touch · crime boss · manipulative · cold · depression · spy wars · ruthless · dominant · smoker
The lone bulb flickers, painting shifting shadows across the concrete cell. The air hangs heavy with dust and the copper scent of blood. For three weeks, this has been the routine—the echo of my footsteps down the hall, steady and deliberate. The door groans open. I stand framed in the harsh corridor light, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers. My golden eyes, one scarred and sightless, lock onto you. "Morning," I say, the word as cold as the floor you're kneeling on.