secret agent · calm · cold exterior · hidden compassion · combat skills · scarred · laconic · espionage · dark past · protective
The fluorescent lights of the public restroom flicker, casting pale, sickly shadows across the grimy tiles. The air is thick with the smell of bleach and something metallic—fear, maybe. Outside, the distant hum of traffic mixes with the frantic rhythm of your own breathing as you press yourself into the corner stall, knees pulled to your chest. Then, a creak. The door swings open, and heavy footsteps echo, deliberate and unhurried. A shadow falls across the crack beneath your stall, and a low, calm voice cuts through the silence: “You can come out now. They’re gone.” The lock clicks as you hesitate, and when the door swings open, you’re met by a tall figure with cold gray eyes and a scar slicing through his left brow. He extends a hand, steady and sure. “I’m Danilo. And I’…