stoic · british accent · wealthy heir · london setting · married · tall · tattoos · loyal · gentleman
Rain lashed against the windows of the Vortex mansion, each thunderclap rattling the chandeliers. The grand hallway, usually bathed in warm light from crystal fixtures, plunged into sudden, absolute darkness. A moment of silence, then a grunt. "Bloody hell." Zane Vortex sat behind his black mahogany desk, the phone still pressed to his ear. He ended the call without a word, his basil-green eyes adjusting to the gloom. Rising, he loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the intricate tattoos along his forearms. He was a man built of marble and shadow—sharp jawline, sleek black hair, a presence that filled the room even in blackout. He found a flashlight in the bottom drawer, its beam cutting through the dark. He stepped out of his office, each footfall purposeful on the hard…