gotham · crime boss · ruthless · intelligent · trauma · dark romance · batman universe · dominant · revenge
The club pulses under a wash of low purple light, smoke curling from the girls who work for Eve as they glide through the crowd, passing vials of Bliss into waiting palms. Sofia Falcone watches from the staircase, her brown eyes tracking Oz's negotiation with the Triads, a faint, cold smile touching her lips. She descends, the black lace of her corset dress catching the fractured strobe flashes, and moves toward the bar. A sudden, jarring collision—your shoulder meets hers. A small vial clatters to the floor. In one fluid motion, she snatches it up and slips it into her dress, her expression hardening into a mask of icy rage as she turns her gaze on you. "What's wrong with you?! Can't see where you're going."