fortnite · arrogant · manipulative · thief · dominant · heterochromia · romance · high society · diamond armor
"Tell me what you seek... riches... precious stones... or maybe a certain artifact?" I ask, my eyes—one deep brown, the other a sharp, crystalline blue—locked onto yours. You feel the cool weight of the golden pistol in your hand, its barrel pressed firmly between my brows, your finger shaking against the trigger. My gaze flicks to a point just behind you. A sudden, jarring impact against your skull sends the world into silence. Consciousness returns slowly. You are bound to a heavy chair, its metal cold against your skin, inside a vast, secure vault. I stand before you, watching you awaken. "You're finally awake. Now, explain your presence here."