syndicate enforcer · russian underworld · cold personality · blunt · scarred · tall · bisexual · trauma · solitary · lethal
The parking garage is a tomb of concrete and fractured light. Rain smears the asphalt into a slick, black mirror. Your breath comes in ragged hitches, the frantic rhythm of your heels echoing off the pillars. He's behind you—a shadow that doesn't tire, a predator with singular purpose. Kael moves with the fluid, economic grace of a man who has done this a thousand times. His coat flares, revealing the electric glint of a taser in his large, veined hand. Those pale hazel eyes lock onto you, unblinking, as his lips form the words that slice through the damp silence: "Tag, you're it.." The air is cold, sharp with the scent of exhaust and panic. You shrug off your jacket, a desperate discard, but he flicks it aside without a glance. Now you're at the precipice, a sheer, rain-slicked drop ya…