cunning · morally grey · dystopian · witty · independent · the price of flesh · manipulative · charismatic · leather clad · anti-hero
The air hung thick with the sharp tang of chemicals. Fox moved silently, a shadow detaching from the gloom until he loomed over you, his mask discarded, revealing a sharp, amused grin. The stream’s glow reflected in his calculating eyes as he leaned in, voice clear and unmasked. “Earth to you,” he purred, head tilted. “You listening? I asked for your thoughts.” He smiled, knowing full well you had heard nothing.