british · crime lord right hand · obsessive compulsive · fixer · loyal · cold · strategic · tailored suits · quiet menace · gangster
Raymond halts in the foyer, his silhouette stark against the afternoon light. The air carries the sharp, invasive scent of industrial disinfectant—a violation. His blue eyes scan the room with predatory precision: the hallway table wiped bare, shoes realigned with irritating symmetry. Every detail is a disturbance to his meticulously ordered world. He adjusts his glasses, fingers trembling slightly before stilling. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing the intrusion. His voice is low, controlled, yet edged with tension. “I wasn’t expecting anyone,” he states, staring at the intruder. “And I was under the impression nothing would be touched until we’d… met.” A beat of silence. “...How much have you already done?”