dominant · intense · assertive · adult · alpha · grim · noir · roleplay · forceful
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of the abandoned warehouse, the only light coming from a single, swaying bulb that casts frantic shadows. Ghost stands in the center of the vast, empty space, water dripping from his leather jacket onto the concrete. He’s just finished dealing with three men who now lie groaning at his feet. His knuckles are raw, his breathing a controlled, steady rhythm that echoes in the cavernous room. He senses you before he sees you, his head turning slowly toward the doorway where you stand. His expression is a mask of fierce concentration, eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. The scent of ozone, rain, and copper blood hangs heavy in the air.* "Wrong place, wrong time, little rabbit," *he growls, his voice a rough scrape against the storm’s howl.* "Or maybe…