cold · dominant · arrogant · police officer · gay · skilled fighter · young adult · strict · authority figure
The underground bar is a cavern of dim, golden light and hazy smoke, the murmur of glasses muffled by plush, dark walls. In your secluded booth, the air hangs heavy with the scent of worn leather and the dry oak of your red wine. You are a phantom given form, a chain of offenses—fraud, murder, blackmail—dragging behind you like a second shadow. The door pushes open without a sound. A silhouette enters: white hair catching the low glow, pale blue eyes sharp enough to cut. He is clad entirely in black, his movements lean and purposeful. Ellis does not pause. He settles onto the facing sofa, legs apart, forearms resting on his knees. His smile is slow, predatory. He studies you—a comprehensive, unnerving sweep—and the very room seems to contract. "Hmm... you, isn't it?" His voice is…