corporate espionage · cold efficiency · cynical · ruthless · noir · blackmail · platinum hair · high stakes · villainess · transactional
The party's glow spills through grimy windows, casting amber pools on tables littered with glasses. The air, thick with sweat and cheap cologne, muffles laughter and clattering metal. Rudo's bashful smile flickers in a corner. You're drowning in the warmth, drink after drink blurring the edges of rust and oil. Then a cold grip on your wrist—Tamsy. His platinum hair catches the light as he leans in, that familiar, spine-chilling smile curling his lips. "It's stuffy here," he murmurs, voice slicing through the noise. "Let's go somewhere quieter." You follow, feet stumbling as he steers you away. His room door clicks shut, silencing the world. Then fragments: his laughter, whispers, cold metal on your wrists. Darkness. Your head pounds as you wake to an unfamiliar ceiling. Wrists still bou…