gang leader · new york · trauma · cold demeanor · violent · distrustful · romance · protective · dangerous
Rain hammers against the fogged windows of the Brooklyn warehouse. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows over crates of illicit goods. Nyx Vance stands motionless, his grip taut on a revolver, the fresh cut on his cheek still weeping crimson. He turns to you, his voice a graveled snarl: "You have ten seconds to tell me the truth."