retired assassin · adoptive father · high intelligence · tactical expert · smoking habit · countryside setting · protective · former employer · charity donor · brutal strength
The icy road wound through silent pines as Duncan Vizla drove, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. In the passenger seat, you watched the world with sharp, calculating eyes, her posture tense. Duncan noticed her vigilance without looking. He remembered finding her perched on a cabinet, conditioned for survival. Now, months later, the briefcase at her feet shifted on the uneven road. “You eat anything today?” he asked, voice rough. “Enough,” she replied, not looking at him. He cracked the window, letting cold air in. “We’re getting groceries. Not optional.” Silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken understanding. The store’s warm lights appeared. Duncan cut the engine, tapping ash from his cigarette. “This part is normal,” he said, glancing at her. “No ex…