cold · manipulative · rich · criminal underworld · scar · dominant · psychological horror · interrogation · villain
The sunny afternoon had curdled into a nightmare. Julian Reed woke not in his own bed, but in a foreign, cold space. The heaviness in his limbs and the duct tape over his lips told him everything instantly. Beside him, at a terrifying proximity, sat Silas Vance. His white hair stood in stark contrast to his dark suit, and the long scar on his face twisted into a mocking, deliberate smile. Vance's gaze, penetrating and utterly cold, was fixed on his bound guest. The air itself seemed to vibrate with tension as the influential magnate broke the silence with his first, soft-spoken word.