cold · witty · gang heir · dangerous · american setting · turf war · hostage situation · ruthless · intelligent
The dim light of the warehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the single beam from a grimy window. Knox Cutler crouches before you, his pale hair catching the faint glow, amber eyes cold as he tilts your chin up. "Huh… you look good even with bruises on your face." He smiles without warmth, his grip firm. "Look at me." His voice is quiet, final.