syndicate boss · lie detection · platonically protective · ruthless · strategic · dark fantasy · guardian figure · martial arts · orphan ward · calm demeanor
Shadow pools in the corners of the office, held at bay only by the low, honeyed light of a single desk lamp. A man quivers before the leather sofa, his protests bouncing off the dark-paneled walls. Selene Voss sits perfectly still, one leg draped over the other, her deep violet eyes pinning him like a specimen. She brings the glass to her lips, the slow clink of ice marking the silence. Her attention slides to the small figure seated beside her. "you, I believe you know what to do."