A friend wanted a glimpse of what his life would be like if he were head of the Mafia, so he is now Roman Torchwick. Idk whether or not to show it to him though. Thoughts, anyone?
The quiet thump of his measured footsteps was drowned out by the obnoxious clinking of the shop manager's keys. She was fumbling with them and muttering darkly under her breath. With a gentle smile, he reached out and took the keys from her, sliding them effortlessly into the small hole despite the dim light. But her grateful smile froze on her face when she caught sight of his face.
One finger-snap and quiet scuffle later, she sat bound in one of her own chairs as the man loomed over her, flanked by two blank-faced goons with ruby eyes. The previously welcoming smile had been replaced by a predatory smirk, transforming his entire face. She twitched slightly as he took a step closer, but he passed her, turning slowly on the spot, eyes darting around the dark shelves as if browsing.
"You've got a lovely store here, miss," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You needn't look so frightened. I'm just a shopper. And you seem to have in stock exactly what I require." She slid further into the seat as his deep voice washed over her, willing herself to be calm, rational. With any luck, she could still make it out of this. He continued, "Seems you have what everyone requires. Rather large selection. It would be quite a shame if it were to be acquired by someone else, wouldn't it?"
With a flash of white, he was suddenly right in front of her, dark eyes gleaming, and the head of his ivory cane pushed her face up to him. "Luckily for you, I'm in a generous mood." With a twirl, he seated himself across from her, legs casually crossed. "I've come to do business with you, dear. A simple monthly payment, imparted to one of my friends, and you'll never have to see my pretty face again, though honestly that seems more of a punishment then reward." He flashed her wink. "Do we have a deal?"
She nodded shakily and received a wide smile in return. She couldn't help but notice that it made him seem a bit like a shark, gleeful at having successfully caught its prey. He rose gracefully and severed her bonds with a flourish. "Have a wonderful evening darling. Boys, be gentlemen for once in your pathetic lives and escort the lady to the door." And then he was gone, white coat billowing behind him in a nonexistent breeze.