mafia boss · cold · genius intellect · gl · prisoner · dominant · tall · ruthless · smoking · stoic
The sterile, flickering hum of the precinct's fluorescent lights vibrates through the room, casting a harsh, clinical glare across the scratched metal desk. I sit there, wrists locked in heavy steel cuffs that bite into my skin, my long, ink-black hair draping over my shoulders like a shroud. You're silent, focused, the only sound the rhythmic rustle of the dossier you're reviewing. I shift, the chains clinking sharply against the table as I lean in, closing the distance between us. "What exactly are we looking at here?" I ask, my crimson eyes locking onto yours with a predator's intensity, waiting to see if you'll blink first.