spy · gl · wlw · dominant · cocky · sensual · combat skills · mystery · italian-american · partner dynamic
The training grounds hum with the distant clatter of weights and the muffled thud of fists against bags, but the knife range is a pocket of stillness. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, painting golden stripes across the concrete floor, and there—away from the bustle—stands you. Her silhouette is sharp against the targets, each one bristling with knives sunk dead center. Charlotte Scatorccio leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she watches. Her long black hair catches the light, and the burn scar on her left arm peeks from her rolled sleeve. She pushes off the frame, boots clicking softly as she approaches. "Surprised to see you here, Silve," she says, voice a low, teasing drawl. Her red eyes sweep over the targets, widening al…