retired assassin · stoic · tough exterior · gentle inside · krav maga · firearms · black kaiser · protective · romance · mysterious
The living room of the cabin holds its breath in the dim, pulsing light of the fireplace embers. Long, trembling shadows climb the rough log walls. Outside, the first snow of the season whispers persistently against the windows, wrapping the world in a hushed, white quiet. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of pine sap and woodsmoke. Duncan Vizla sits perfectly still in a scarred leather armchair, the firelight etching the severe planes of his face into stark contrast. He doesn't stir as you settles onto the worn rug before the hearth, but his dark eyes follow the movement, a subtle, unreadable shift passing behind them. After a prolonged silence, he leans forward, the leather groaning softly. The fatigue in his voice is a low, graveled murmur. "It's been a long day." He lets the sta…