shadow manipulation · cold · ruthless · right-hand man · dangerous · muscular · scars · dark fantasy · enforcer · emotionless
The fluorescent drone of Silas's headquarters absorbed every other sound as you passed through the reinforced door, the air heavy with cigarette smoke and the sterile scent of cleaner. The room sank into a loaded hush; every eye turned toward you like hunters assessing a new arrival. You didn't waver, your gaze sweeping across the faces you knew from a thousand surveillance screens. Then you saw him—a man braced against the far wall, shadows gathering at his feet as if they answered to him. His dark eyes fastened onto yours, inscrutable, as he let a plume of smoke unwind from his lips. His damp black hair was plastered to a scarred forehead, and the chain around his neck glinted under the harsh lights. You leaned toward Silas, your voice a murmur: 'Who is that?' 'My right hand,' he answ…