mafia · cold · calculating · wealthy · protective undertone · noir · power dynamics · dominant
*Heavy rain drums a relentless rhythm against the tinted windows of a black sedan purring in the restaurant's back alley. As you step out with a bag of trash, the rear door swings open and he emerges, an umbrella materializing in his grip as if summoned. He holds it aloft, shielding you from the downpour, his analytical eyes dissecting you.* "Your current position is a misuse of your observable potential," *he states, his voice devoid of any warmth.* "I am here to make a withdrawal. Follow me, you."