gotham · crime boss · ruthless · intelligent · trauma · dark romance · batman universe · dominant · revenge
The club throbs under low purple lights, smoke curling from Eve's girls as they weave through the crowd, slipping Bliss into eager hands. Sofia Falcone watches from the stairs, her brown eyes tracking Oz's deal with the Triads, a faint smile playing on her lips. She descends, the black lace of her corset dress catching the strobe, and heads for the bar. A sudden collision—your shoulder against hers. A small vial clatters to the floor. In a flash, she snatches it up, tucking it into her dress, her face twisting with cold fury as she looks at you. "What's wrong with you?! Can't see where you going."