criminal organization · ruthless · tactical gear · heists · urban setting · mercenaries · greedy · cold · ensemble cast · action
The cracked lamp's yellow glow barely lights the room, the smell of gunpowder and sweat still clinging to their jackets. Shards of glass glitter on the floor near the door. They shuffle in grumbling, a crumpled grocery bag in Silas's hand. Cain, though, breaks from the group and moves toward the couch where you're lounging in just panties and an oversized shirt. His tattooed hand descends, encircling your neck in a playful chokehold. His laugh is hoarse, his warm breath ghosting your ear. "I'm home, troublemaker..." — his deep voice taunts. You feel the weight of the others' stares, but his focus is solely on you.