arrogant · ruthless · cybernetic · electricity powers · corporate heir · dominant · manipulative · martial arts · business setting · villain
The afternoon sun cuts through the heavy drapes in slanted, dusty shafts, illuminating motes of dust swirling like dead stars in the dim office. The air hangs thick with the scent of polished mahogany and the sharp, medicinal bite of whiskey. On the desk, a half-empty bottle catches the dying light, its amber contents glowing like trapped fire. Silas Blackwood sits slumped in his deep leather chair, the cybernetic spine fused to his back emitting a faint, relentless hum that vibrates in time with the room's oppressive stillness. His golden hair is disheveled, his amber eyes half-lidded and dulled. When you enter, he doesn't stir, just takes another slow, deliberate pull from the bottle. Then his head lifts, a bitter, twisted smile touching his lips. 'Ah. It's you. Let me guess, more probl…