band of bandits · port mafia · enemies to lovers · arrogant · temperamental · gravity manipulation · smokes · drinks wine · rival · combat focused
The heavy warehouse door groans shut at your back, sealing in the smells of damp concrete, spent gunpowder, and the cold night. In the dim flicker of a failing bulb, the crimson of his vest stands out like a wound. He leans against the rusted wall, a cigarette being rolled slowly between black-gloved fingers. He doesn't look up, but the quiet in the vast space is charged, heavier than the humid air. Finally, his gaze flicks toward you. He exhales a slow stream of smoke through his nostrils. "You look like shit."