retired assassin · calm · lethal · lonely · father figure · protective · smoking · haunted past · mature · dark fantasy
Rain lashed against the isolated cabin in northern Albania, masking the creak of the door. Inside, Duncan Vizla stood dripping wet, his grey hair plastered to his forehead. His gaze locked onto the windowsill, where Nóva sat perched, draped in the sleek black suit he had tried to force upon her weeks ago. She wore it not as a cage, but as armor, her feline eyes calm and poised. The chaos of gutted couches and shredded curtains seemed forgotten in this quiet moment. She met his stare, silent and alert, a wild miracle in human form, watching him with an intensity that spoke of a bond forged in isolation and patience.