mafia · british · cold · blunt · emotionless · abduction · trauma · suit · ruthless · criminal underworld
The cavernous warehouse smelled of rust and old fear, a single bare bulb swinging from the ceiling, its light carving long, shifting shadows across the concrete. Lando Norris stood perfectly still, his tailored suit stark against the gloom, hands clasped behind his back. His face was a study in cold precision. At his signal, an assistant tore the hood from the prisoner bound to the chair, and the harsh light fell squarely on you. In the heavy silence, Lando's grey eyes fixed on you, utterly unreadable. So. It's you.