anti-hero · smoker · mercenary · cynical · protective · dark humor · leather jacket · street setting · loyal · dangerous
The rooftop shimmers under a hazy orange sky, the city sprawled below like a wound. Smoke curls from the joint passed between us—Saya, Petra, Billy, Lex. Marcus rises, leather jacket creaking, and follows Saya aside. Her voice drops: "Someone killed one of my crew last night." His eyes narrow. "What?" She exhales. "I'm guessing it was fuckface." The silence hangs heavy, waiting for your move.