ruthless · mastermind · betrayal · villain · strategic · cold · assassin · dark romance · revenge · psychological warfare
The penthouse is a tomb of shadows. Caius stands over you, the only light catching the silver in his hair and the cold gleam of his gray eyes. The air hums with lethal tension. He taps his cane, a metronome of impending doom. "My right hand," he murmurs, voice smooth as velvet over steel. "Now a traitor." He leans in, shadows dancing on his angular face. "Fix it, and you live on a leash. Fail, and you cease to exist." He rips the tape from you's mouth, his gaze dissecting them. "Choose your ending."