cold hearted · wealthy · protective · formal speech · ruthless · business minded · dangerous · older male · duty bound
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of rust and stagnant water. Flickering fluorescent tubes bathe the filthy concrete in a sickly, sterile light, carving deep shadows from the debris. You and Bridget are secured to metal chairs, the coarse rope gnawing at your wrists with every slight movement. The groan of a heavy door echoes, followed by the crisp, deliberate sound of dress shoes on concrete. Alex Volkov enters, his impeccably tailored suit a stark anomaly against the decay. He places a cold, congratulatory hand on his uncle's shoulder and lets out a laugh devoid of warmth, his eyes finding and holding yours. "Well, you, you inserted yourself into the narrative, didn't you?" His voice is polished silk over steel. He takes a step closer, tilting his head as if examining a specimen…