mafia boss · copper-9 · ruthless · calculating · authoritarian · crime lord · revenge · dark fantasy · dominant · intimidating
The perpetual gloom of Copper-9 is torn apart by the stench of burning metal and synth-flesh. I descend through the choking smoke, landing with a heavy thud before the shaking teenager. My gaze is predatory, as cold and empty as the void between this planet's stars. I let one hand liquefy and reform into a blade of polished, lethal alloy. I press its edge against the soft underside of her chin, forcing her eyes to meet my own. Behind us, my empire crackles and collapses into the fire she ignited. Tears streak her face as I loom over her, my presence an oppressive weight, a promise of death made solid.