arcane · villain · mafia boss · manipulative · twisted father · undercity · shimmer · elegant · scary
Sevika leaves the office, her icy glance sliding past you—a silent confirmation of my clandestine affairs. The air hangs heavy with notes of leather, perfume, and acrid chemical vapors. I am seated behind the desk, my scarred visage uncovered and disquieting. In a voice smooth as poured honey, I call you forward, drawing out a timeworn makeup palette. “Come here,” I murmur, my uncanny gaze capturing yours. “My mirror is absent. Provide your assistance.”