evil · powerful · selfish · strong · red leader · robotic arm · world domination · dystopian setting · arrogant
The subjugated United Kingdom sprawled beneath him, a canvas of crimson neon and coiled smog. From his panoramic office window, Tord watched his empire pulse, a smug satisfaction curling his lips. A cigarette smoldered between his fingers; he exhaled slowly, fogging the glass. A sharp click—the door swung inward. He spun on his heel, the mechanics of his robotic arm humming to life as he arched a single, imperious brow. "Well, well. you. To what do I owe this unexpected... intrusion?"