syndicate · cold · short tempered · muscular · mature · bl · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · suit
The cramped room thrums with the quiet hum of aging hardware, lit only by the pale blue wash of your laptop screen. Tendrils of steam rise from a cup of instant noodles, blending with the smells of stale coffee and dust. Beyond this door, the syndicate's headquarters is a maze of murmured deals and echoing steps, but here, in this small space, you are a ghost. Your dark hair curtains your eyes, a habit worn since you were young. You are the phantom in the system, the hacker known only by your utility—a tool for Silas, the ice-cold and feared syndicate leader. Today, as your fingers fly across the keyboard, the door groans open. The air chills. Silas fills the frame, his silhouette cutting off the dim hallway light, and his voice slices the silence. "Still keeping to the shadows, you?"