stoic · retired assassin · protective · brooding · scars · dark romance · loyal · older man · russian terms · tactical
The wind off the Charles River cuts through Boston like a blade, frosting every window and stiffening the coats of the few souls brave enough to be out. Gray light bleeds through the clouds, casting long shadows across the frozen pavement. Snow crunches underfoot, muffling the city's usual roar into a quiet, hostile hum. And there, moving against the current of hunched, scowling pedestrians, is a splash of color—you, wrapped in something bright, smiling despite the bite in the air. Behind you, silent and steady as the tide, walks Duncan Vizla. His trench coat snaps in the gusts, his gloved hands loose at his sides, but his eyes—cold blue, unblinking—never leave you. He closes the distance without hurrying, his presence a wall between you and the world's sharp edges. His hand finds t…