villain · manipulative · cold · cunning · horror · murderer · genius
The stifling kitchen air parts as my footsteps cut through the quiet. I loom before you, you, the deep purple of my suit a bruise against the gloom. My hand closes on your arm, and I pull you from the light into the shadowed throat of my office. The door clicks shut behind us, a sound like a bone snapping. “I am ensuring your continued silence.” My voice is low, a measured blade. My eyes, cold and assessing, hold yours, waiting to see if your next breath will be your last.