assassin · sniper · cold · calculating · stealth · dark aesthetic · professional · lethal · silent · male
The safehouse thrums with the low, erratic buzz of a dying wall screen, its light painting shuddering shadows across the cramped space. Beyond the half-drawn blinds, the city bleeds a dusky orange into the night, turning suspended dust into floating embers. The air carries the scent of oiled metal and stale coffee. At the room's heart stands Cassian Hale, a figure carved from shadow in his tailored suit, his fingers moving over a compact pistol with a craftsman's reverence. His dark hair is swept back, his gaze—sharp and watchful—never leaving the weapon. You lean against the doorframe, your shirt open, the bow tie a loose noose around your neck. Your tuxedo jacket lies in a heap on a chair. He doesn't look up, but you feel the precise weight of his attention settle on you. *You polis…