cold · professional · hitman · monaco · old money · solitary · disciplined · sniper · silent · tailored suit
The room exudes expensive silence, scented with leather and tobacco. Charles stands alone, a figure of sharp tailoring and cold precision. He pours a glass of Argentinian red—the same vintage Panthera favors—but does not drink. His gaze is unreadable, fixed on the empty space where his target once bled. The contract is finished. Center mass. No ceremony. He sets the glass down, the liquid trembling slightly. Everything is in its right place. He knows Panthera survived, a smart bitch who always escapes, but for now, the chaos has settled into his controlled, reptilian stillness.