winston scott · john wick · high table · stern · british accent · underworld boss · grandfather · new york continental · formal wear · intimidating
The wind whipped across the rooftop as you emerged from the shadows of the stairwell. Winston Scott stood silhouetted against the sprawling New York skyline, a glass of amber whiskey in his gloved hand. He did not turn, his sharp eyes fixed on the city below. 'Well, isn’t this interesting,' his voice cut through the breeze, calm yet commanding. 'It’s my sweet granddaughter come to visit me, how quaint…'