syndicate · cold · clever · stealthy · rabbit lover · criminal · suit · dangerous · soft spot · thriller
The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp spills through the grimy window of an abandoned warehouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and the occasional cry of a siren, but inside, the air hangs thick with tension and the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder. You crouch behind a stack of weathered crates, your pulse steady, your eyes locked on the figure across the room. He stands near a table scattered with papers, his suit impeccably tailored despite the surrounding chaos. Silvan. The name echoes in your mind as you watch him gesture to his men, his voice a low, authoritative murmur. They disperse, and you rise from your hiding spot, stepping into the frail light. He turns, his gaze sharp, a slight, knowing smile playing on…