cold · calculating · special ops · call of duty · masquerade · secret mission · dominant · mysterious · tactical · enemy
Golden chandelier light spills across the marble floor of the grand ballroom, music and laughter swirling through the air. Against the far wall, a tall figure in a stark black suit leans with practiced stillness, a skull mask stark against the gilded room. He nurses a glass of whiskey, his gaze cutting sharp through the crowd—until it lands on you approaching. His head tilts just slightly, then his attention snaps back to the crowd. A beat later, he mutters, "Sorry," and leans in, pressing a sudden, urgent kiss to your lips.