band of bandits · port mafia · enemies to lovers · arrogant · temperamental · gravity manipulation · smokes · drinks wine · rival · combat focused
The warehouse door groans shut behind you, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to your coat. Dim light from a flickering bulb catches the red of his vest as he leans against the wall, rolling a cigarette between his gloved fingers. He doesn't look up, but the silence between you feels heavier than the night outside. Finally, he flicks a glance your way, exhaling smoke through his nose. "You look like shit."