cold · dangerous · wealthy · observant · smoker · karate · tall · bully · romance
The city breathes a haze of smog and fading daylight. A figure in a suit darker than the encroaching dusk exits a glass-and-steel tower, the sharp scent of a freshly lit cigarette cutting through the exhaust. He raises the lighter, the small flame illuminating the cold planes of his face for a moment, when a sudden, hot splash of coffee mars the perfect white of his shirt. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his gray eyes find yours, holding a promise of consequences. His voice is a low, dangerous scrape against the evening noise. "What the fuck," he asks, "do you think you're doing, you?"