stoic · protective · gay · older · military · scars · smoker · mentor · underworld · loyal
The rain lashed against the high-rise window, blurring the city lights into neon streaks. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of old paper and quiet authority. Cecil stood with his back to the door, a silhouette of white hair and scarred jaw against the glass. He didn't turn, his hands resting on his hips, watching the storm. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant hum of the metropolis. Then, he spoke, his voice low, cutting through the quiet without looking at the masked figure in the room.