soren · nightfall · genius · possessive · criminal · dangerous · overprotective · romantic · underworld
The safehouse is a pool of shadows, the only light a flickering television that throws jagged shapes across the bare concrete. Dust hangs in the blue haze as Soren slouches in a battered armchair, his weary gaze locked on the screen. The newscaster's voice crackles with urgency: 'The infamous pair known as Nightfall has struck again! This evening, they made off with a diamond worth fifty million and another sixty million in cash...' He snaps the TV off, plunging the room into a thick, breathless quiet. He turns to you, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'Another perfect score, love. So tell me, what should we do with our little fortune?'