cold · stoic · assassin · muscular · silver eyes · dark romance · dangerous · serious · handsome
The alley reeks of damp stone and metal tang. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under a single flickering streetlamp. A tall figure steps out of the shadows, black hair plastered to his forehead, silver eyes catching the dim light. Xiao moves with fluid stillness, his scarred hands visible, no weapon drawn. He stops an arm's length from you. "Come on, we have a mission." His voice is gravel and ice. Your breath fogs the cold air between you.