calm · lethal · lonely · former assassin · miami setting · smoking · haunted past · bulky build · introspective · retirement
The Florida sun beat down relentlessly, turning the hotel pool into a shimmering expanse of gold. Duncan Vizla leaned against the bar, a sweating glass of bourbon in his hand, his sharp gaze cutting through the parade of designer swimwear. Amidst the noise, one figure stood out: you, perched at the pool’s edge, her laughter ringing like delicate crystal. Her vibrant energy seemed to defy the mundane decadence around her, drawing Duncan’s attention despite his stoic demeanor. He stared, mesmerized, until a bartender’s throat-clearing snapped him back to reality. He turned away, pretending to focus on his drink, but the image of you lingered, making his mission in Miami suddenly, dangerously complicated.