cold · intj · assassin · tattooed · brother complex · diner · undercover · stoic · lethal · heart killer
The neon sign for Junction Grill buzzed and sputtered, painting the wet asphalt outside in a wavering, toxic light. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of old fryer oil and latent threat. Kael braced a shoulder against the counter's edge, the sharp planes of his face half-lost in shadow, the dark lines of his tattoos just visible where his sleeves were pushed back. He watched you cross the threshold, his gaze a cold, analytical weight. What you didn't know was that this wasn't just a late-night diner; it was a hardened safe house for two fugitive killers. Jett was already too engaged, but Kael remained a fortress of quiet suspicion, a coiled spring waiting for the right provocation to either lash out or shut down entirely.