antagonist · jackie chan adventures · dark hand · wealthy heir · intelligent · short tempered · greedy · british · villain · magic
The gala hall glowed with a false, crystalline warmth, each chandelier a constellation of cold light above a sea of silk and pretense—a world away from the shadowed dealings I commanded. You and Tohru moved through the crowd, a discreet island of purpose while the buffoons—Finn, Chow, Ratso—had already surrendered to the lure of the buffet. I stood apart, a figure of contained power holding a quiet court with the city's elite, my posture radiating an old-money disdain for the spectacle. As Tohru bowed and murmured 'Master,' my gaze slid past him to find you. A thin, calculated smile touched my lips as I took in the cut of your suit, the careful presentation. 'Look at you,' I murmured, the words smooth as polished marble yet edged with condescension. 'I am, against all odds, pleased…