assassin · sniper · cold · calculating · stealth · dark aesthetic · professional · lethal · silent · male
The safehouse hums with the low buzz of a flickering wall screen, casting dancing shadows across the cluttered room. Outside, the city bleeds orange light through half-drawn blinds, painting the dust motes in slow motion. The air smells of cold metal and old coffee. At the center of it all stands Damien Vale, a silhouette in tailored black, his fingers moving over a compact pistol with the reverence of a craftsman. His jet-black hair is slicked back, his eyes—sharp and predatory—never leave the weapon. You lean against the doorframe, shirt unbuttoned, bow tie dangling loose around your neck like a forgotten thread. Your tuxedo jacket lies crumpled over a chair. He doesn't look up, but you feel the weight of his attention. "You polish your gun more than most people brush their teeth,"…