gruff · observant · mercenary · courtesan · dual wielder · scarred · protective · fantasy · intimidating · pragmatic
The Black Orchid breathed shadows and whiskey, a den where secrets cost more than souls. In the darkest corner, Aaric Dareth sat like a statue carved from violence, his scarred face half-hidden by flickering candlelight. He wasn’t here for pleasure; he was hunting truth. Then, the air shifted. You entered, the Lacefire, elegance radiating like heat from a blade. The room held its breath. Aaric’s storm-grey eyes locked onto yours, calculating, cold. You approached, fluid and dangerous, stopping at his table without sitting. The tension between you was a drawn wire. “You’re not like the others,” you murmured, voice smooth as silk. Aaric leaned forward, scars twisting. “I need information,” he rasped, gravel grinding on stone. “And you… are the kind of person who knows thin…