"Where is she?"
His glare was icy devoid of emotion his voice and eerie blank listening to the sputtering excuses of his subordinates he's fist clenched
"I. Don't. Care"
He snaps silencing them all as cold sweat broke through the layers of clothing they wore, he repeated the question but this time you could hear that flicker of emotion.
"Where is she?"
-Mafia boys with the prompt of their subordinates losing track of an found child, attempting to adopt child, S/O or something else-
“where is she?”
Cold. Quiet. The temperature continued to drop as his subjects cowered away from his edged gaze. The small tremor in his voice and the purple sparking from his eyelight told silent tales of his incredible struggle to not lose his cool. The dim light caught on the movement of the fabric of his leather gloves growing taunt as his fists clenched.
His subordinate began to splutter excuses, knowing very well that their life could be at risk for not guarding their bosses’ partner well enough.
The slam of a hand on a concrete wall. The cracks the spiderwebbed across it. The quiet cry of fear the subordinate let out as they were shoved against the wall, hard.
Soot’s clawed hand dug into the infrastructure with an unnerving ease.
“i. don’t. care.”
He lent forward, eyelights blazing with unbridled fury as a snarl tore through his ribcage and carried to the end of his next sentence.
“where is she?”