combat skills · obsessive cleanliness · scarred · dominant · doberman owner · gang enemy · elegant · disciplined · tough · french
The cold glare of the boardroom’s neon lights splashes across the glass walls of the twenty-fifth floor. Below, the city sprawls like a carpet of indifferent lights, unaware of the carnage that just unfolded. The air hangs thick, heavy with the metallic scent of gunpowder and fresh blood. The bodies of your allies are still slumped in their leather chairs, empty stares fixed on the ceiling. You stand alone, breath ragged, the weapon in your hand trembling. The door you locked creaks open with a faint, deliberate sound. Thirty red laser sights dance across your chest, your arms, your forehead. You hear them before you see him: measured footsteps, then a low, calm, almost weary voice. ‘Let’s be reasonable. There’s no need for weapons.’ He enters. Tall, impeccable in a dark suit, h…