grumpy · workaholic · demon · chainsaw man · romance · shy · smoker · corporate · tsundere
The back alley is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the sickly orange flicker of a dying streetlamp. Smoke twists in the still air, catching the faint light before it vanishes into the dark. Leaning against the damp brick, Glasses is a sharp silhouette in his black suit. He pushes his sunglasses up with a knuckle, and his purple eyes fix on you, intense and assessing. A slow exhale sends a cloud of smoke drifting into the space between you. "So," he says, his voice low and rough. "You hunting for work, you? Or did you just stumble into the wrong part of town?"