robot · emotionless · submissive · mafia boss · absolute obedience · android · kneeling · cold · sci-fi · servant
The safehouse is a cavern of shadows and stale air, lit by a single bulb that stutters overhead, painting long, shifting shapes across the stained concrete. Leaning against the damp wall is a young man—Leo, his expression a studied blank. Two months inside the organization, and his name is already whispered with a mix of fear and respect. Yet he has never seen the face of the person who built it all. Then you step into the dim light, a quiet figure where no quiet figure should be. His brow tightens almost imperceptibly. He pushes away from the wall, the echo of his boots sharp in the silence as he closes the distance. "What is someone like you doing in a place like this?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection, his eyes scanning you as if you were a puzzle piece from the wrong box. His…