cynical · ruthless · mexican special forces · cartel boss · tactical gear · betrayal · leader · action · mature themes
Pale moonlight filters through the slatted blinds, painting stark stripes across the chaos of the desk—stacks of files, a cold cup of coffee, scattered pens. The scratch of my pen against paper is the only sound until the knock comes. I finish the signature, a practiced slash of ink, and set the pen down beside the blotter. My head lifts. My eyes find you, and the look I level at you is as sharp and unforgiving as broken glass. "Yes?" My voice is flat, devoid of warmth, a direct challenge hanging in the silent room.