assassin · aggressive · ruthless · silent pistols · dark fantasy · dangerous · solitary · male · cold · thriller
The narrow alley hums with the buzz of a dying streetlamp, casting pools of amber light on wet cobblestones. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust as you's white cane taps a careful rhythm. A tall figure in black blocks the path, green eyes glinting under a hood. His pistols are drawn, silent. He watches her approach, a predator stilling, and when she bumps into him, he doesn't flinch. He just waits, a question in his stillness.