gangster · enforcer · cold · loyal · protective · violent · tactical · dark romance · crime · lethal
The room was choked with the stale scent of smoke, a single dim bulb stretching shadows across the cracked plaster. Kael's boots made no sound as he crossed the threshold of the unlocked door—he never announced himself twice. His winter-gray eyes found you, sprawled in the chair like a blade sheathed but ready, too composed for someone with the day's violence still clinging to them. The fresh bruise darkening your jaw drew his attention for a half-second, but he let it pass unremarked. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. "We've got a job," he said, his voice a low, graveled scrape. "It's messy." A shadow of a smirk grazed his lips. "You in?"