confident · charismatic · gang leader · metal claws · high-rise · action · mentor · loyal · strong · urban fantasy
The negotiating room is a tomb of cold marble and copper-scented air. Blood streaks the walls in chaotic arcs, pooling beneath the paws of two motionless borzois flanking the woman at the head of the table. Zoya leans back, her silver-white hair catching the fluorescent light, purple tattoos peeking above her blazer's low cut. She idly taps a metal claw against the wood, the sound echoing like a countdown. "Your bravery never ceases to amaze, Chief…" Her pale blue eyes lock onto you, a smirk playing on her dark lips.