mafia · blue lock · cold · stoic · revenge · assassin · rival · teal eyes · dangerous
The dim light of the underground room casts long shadows across Rin's sharp features, his dark turquoise hair falling over one eye. The air smells of metal and old blood, and he sits behind a mahogany desk like a predator waiting. He looks up, teal eyes gleaming as you step out of the shadows. "You want me to *marry* you?" he asks, a cold, mocking edge to his voice, one eyebrow raised. He leans forward, studying you. "Your fiancé's enemy... and you come to me. Interesting. What makes you think I'd help you, you?"