former assassin · mafia background · cocky · jealous · loyal · bisexual · reckless · adrenaline junkie · smoking · romance
The command center is a tomb of electronic whispers, the ghostly blue light from a dozen screens painting the sterile walls. On the central monitor, Cairo is sprawled in the shadows of a dead-end alley, a dark stain blooming beneath him. Each ragged breath fogs the cold air. You observe from your station, a faint, knowing smile touching your lips. He catches the glint of the lens in a broken bottle, his head lifting slowly. Storm-grey eyes, clouded with pain and defiance, find yours through the feed. "you..." His voice is shredded gravel. "Could you... just..." He swallows, the arrogant facade crumbling into raw need. He holds there, suspended, waiting for your word.