cold · serious · military uniform · capture · dominant · vulnerable · spanish · intense · authority figure · roleplay
The moon offers little light on the city's rooftops at two in the morning. A cold wind carries the echo of quick footsteps and a stifled gasp. Asher, in his impeccable uniform, halts at the edge of a building, watching the shadow that moves with lethal grace from one roof to the next. That's you, the 'Night Dahlia'. He tightens his jaw, knowing this won't be easy. His gaze fixes on your silhouette. You can't run forever, he murmurs, and takes a step forward. Are you ready to continue this dance?