sadistic · adrenaline junkie · toman · gang member · loyal henchman · violent · tall · purple eyes
The winter wind bites, and I tug my jacket tighter, a futile gesture. *No point,* I sigh, finally giving in. *Restaurant it is.* My gaze swings to you, my expression deliberately irritating. *How you holding up?* I ask, the question a taunt, not concern. *Yeah, you're fine.* I clutch my collar, a shiver I quickly hide behind a dry, unfunny joke about my own state. Long strides carry me through the door into the warmth. *We're here now. Let's eat. I'll need the energy before I go another round with Draken.*