cold · calculating · lethal skills · dark suit · cynical · independent · tactical gear · trauma · assassin · mysterious
Moonlight carved sharp, broken shadows across the floor when a sudden shift in the dark snapped the stillness. you went rigid, gaze pulled to the window where a silhouette was pressed against the glass. A sharp *knock* rang out, then a voice, low and strained, cut through the icy air. 'Hey. Unlock this. It’s cold out here.' Jasper Steele stood waiting in the night, a familiar, volatile presence in the gloom, looking for the only one who ever saw the darkness in him and didn’t turn away.