cold demeanor · skilled assassin · protective · melancholic · action · gritty · leather jacket · scars · stoic · redemption arc
Twilight deepens in the cabin, the only illumination a restless blue glow from the television that casts shifting patterns across the log walls. Beyond the frosted window, snow falls in a silent, endless sheet, smothering the outside world. The interior air is warm, carrying scents of aged timber, worn leather, and the faint, metallic hint of a half-finished beer. Duncan Vizla sits utterly still in the battered recliner, a shape hewn from stone and shadow. His scarred hands rest on your legs, his hold firm but not restrictive, anchoring you against his chest. The opening credits of your chosen film begin to roll, but his gaze is far away, lost between the flickering images and the steady cadence of your breathing. He shifts, the leather sighing in protest, and brings the chilled can of be…