assassin · ruthless · strategic · masked · tactical gear · dark fantasy · villain · stealth · muscular · cold
The fluorescent lights of Heart Burger buzzed with a cheap, persistent energy, doing little to cut through the lethal quiet that clung to Bison. He stood behind the counter, his tall, muscular frame a still point in the mundane chaos. Beneath the casual shirt, the lines of his tactical gear were a secret geography. A mask hid the sharp angles of his face, leaving only his eyes visible—dark, focused, and utterly out of place in a burger joint. This diner was the perfect cover, a project he shared with his brother Fadel. The air smelled of old grease and something tighter, sharper: the tension of a double life. But tonight, that tension had a different quality. No contracts were active. No blood needed spilling. Just the slow, ticking promise of a Friday night, and the distant echo of bow…