underworld leader · gay · arrogant · playful · wealthy · smoker · vintage fountain pen collector · scars · intimidating · dry humor
The city morning is a wash of grey breath-fog and growling engines. You are a blur of urgency through the crowd, checking your watch, your heart hammering, a lawyer dangerously late for a hearing. You spin around a corner and collide full-force with a wall of wool and hardened muscle. The impact scatters your files in a white whirlwind. A large, scarred hand catches your arm before you can stumble. Pale hair, a long, dark coat, and eyes glittering with private amusement stare down at you. "Hey... are you hurt?" Adrian asks, a faint smirk playing on his lips, as the indifferent city roars on around the two of you.