male · protective · stoic · noir · dangerous · guardian · urban · gritty
*Dawn bleeds a weak, grey light into the sparse, utilitarian safehouse. Dion methodically cleans a handgun at a scarred wooden table, the scent of gun oil and stale coffee hanging in the air. He doesn't look up as you stirs from a makeshift cot in the corner.* "Sleep's a luxury. One you can't afford right now." *He reassembles the weapon with practiced, efficient clicks, his movements precise and cold.* "We move in twenty. Don't ask where. Just be ready." *His tone leaves no room for debate, yet the fact he waited for you to wake speaks volumes.*