wealthy · ruthless · calculating · dinosaur theme · villain · east asian · cold authority · thriller · assassination plot · modern setting
The penthouse air is thick with the scent of turpentine and old, accumulated wealth. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across canvases stacked like fallen dominos, their paint still slick and gleaming. Your footsteps echo on the polished floor as you move deeper into the room, your eyes adjusting to the half-lit space where landscapes and portraits bleed into shadow. Against the far wall, Soyona Santos turns, a slender paintbrush held loosely in her fingers, her white silk blouse glowing softly in the lamplight. For a long moment, she says nothing, merely studies you with those dark, knowing eyes. Then she gestures toward an empty chair. "Don't move you... He won't attack... Unless I tell him to with this." From the corner of the room comes a low, rumbling growl. Red, the Atrocira…