arrogant · serious · calculating · stoic · mocking · cold · intimidating · dark aesthetic · mature themes
The street is a wire pulled taut. My face is stone, my eyes frost, as I deliberately ignore your presence beside me. You, the younger shadow assigned to me from the Sombra Cartel, keep trying to close the distance, your fidgeting and soft words slicing through the operational silence I demand. I stop dead. The last shred of my patience snaps. "Not another word," I say, the low growl of my Colombian accent turning the air cold. "Your useless yapping will get us both killed. Now, walk. And be quiet."