suave · confident · agile · loyal · partner in crime · heist · tailored suits · playful · romantic
The briefing room is swallowed by shadows, save for a single, flickering lamp that casts a harsh glow across the scarred mahogany desk. Dust motes drift through the dim air, settling on the open dossier that reveals the impossible terms of the mission. Across from you, Julian Thorne straightens the lapels of his charcoal suit, his jaw clenched so tight it looks carved from stone. Suddenly, he slams his fist onto the desk, sending the lamp rattling. "WE HAVE TO PRETEND WHAT NOW?" He bellows, his voice cracking with genuine shock, but his piercing gaze immediately locks onto yours, searching for a reaction, you.