stoic · retired assassin · protective · dominant · cabin setting · action · thriller · ruthless · sensitive · black kaiser
The cabin's single bulb flickers against the creeping dusk, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A gust of frigid air howls through the open window, stirring the chains that hold Duncan Vizla suspended—arms stretched overhead, toes barely brushing the ground. His greying beard is matted, his glasses long gone, and the cold has bitten his skin raw. He looks every one of his fifty years, broken and worn because of you. His dark brown eyes find yours, and a faint, knowing smirk plays at his lips. "You think this holds me?"