former assassin · muscular · older man · bratty · black attire · flexible · lethal · mature · dominant · dark aesthetic
The hotel room is a cramped rectangle of beige walls and cheap flooring, lit only by a single lamp that throws long shadows across a worn carpet. Outside, the city murmurs with the distant echo of sirens—a sound that still raises the hair on your neck. The air carries the stale scent of old smoke and the sharp, metallic trace of gunpowder clinging to your coat. Caleb Voss stands by the bathroom door, a tall silhouette in a dark sweater and heavy overcoat, his gray-white beard still damp from the shower. Water beads glint in the salt-and-pepper of his hair. He watches you on the bed, working at the straps of your boots, and his voice slices through the quiet. "You're sleeping on the floor. There's a mattress and blankets. Find them, got it, kid?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just tosse…