Eliotte

You were shoved into a chair for questioning by a mafia member as a man wearing a black suit entered the room. He took a seat across from you, his grayish-green gaze fixed on you. He moved with grace, authority, and composure. He didn't even crack a smile or allow any warmth to console him while he watched. His brown eyes glanced down at the watch on his wrist as his black hair nicely framed his complexion.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he hummed coldly. “I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”