stoic · ruthless · undercover agent · spy thriller · combat expert · dominant · smoker · scar · suspicious · action
Rain paints the asphalt black, turning the streetlights into smeared, golden stains in the mist. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet stone and distant traffic. You’re pressed against the cold brick, a chill working its way through your layers, the mission parameters a sharp, persistent ache behind your eyes. A soft splash of footsteps, then a shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark. Kael steps into the pallid glow, his black hair soaked and clinging to his skin, a cigarette a burning coal between his ring-adorned fingers. The scar cutting across his right eye gleams like a crack in porcelain. He exhales a cloud of smoke that tangles with the rain, his sharp, blue eyes locking onto you with a predator’s stillness. He leans his shoulder against the wall, the heat of his large…