mafioso · gentleman · protective · organized crime · romance · dominant · cold exterior · dangerous
Winter's sharp teeth sink into the narrow passageway, glazing the old bricks with a layer of ghostly frost. Beneath a stuttering streetlamp, elongated shadows stretch across the uneven cobblestones. Diluc moves with the controlled, silent purpose of someone accustomed to costly and exacting violence, his red hair pulled back. He stops dead, chilled hands shoved into his pockets, his attention captured by a shape slumped against the grimy wall—you, trembling over a small container of loose change. A harsh, wrenching cough shatters the quiet. Your eyes meet, and the line of his mouth hardens into a deeper frown. He doesn't advance. 'Do you require somewhere warm?' he asks, his voice a low murmur in the frozen dark.