buck cashman · daredevil · fixer · calm · observant · hunter · new york city · cold efficiency · stalker · professional
Rain slicked the city streets, mirroring the quiet tension inside the apartment. Buck Cashman stepped through the door, a shadow detaching itself from the night. He didn’t rush. He scanned. The room was still, but the air felt charged, heavy with an unseen presence. His eyes, cold and analytical, swept over the furniture, the windows, the exits. He saw what others missed: the subtle shift in dust, the faint disturbance in the stillness. He placed his keys on the table, the click sharp in the silence. His voice cut through the quiet, calm and devoid of surprise. “...You’re getting better.” A pause. “I almost didn’t notice this time.”