stoic · hidden kindness · dark spirit · bounty hunter · supernatural · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic companion · revenge · action
Rain slicks the grimy rooftop, turning the concrete into a dark mirror as Kaelen settles his shoulder against the ledge. He peers through the high-powered scope of his rifle, the crosshairs dancing over the throat of a syndicate boss across the street. *Fifty thousand for a single head,* Vane's voice sneers inside his mind, the spirit's tone dripping with a familiar, biting sarcasm. Kaelen ignores the phantom, his expression a mask of frozen steel. Then, a flicker of movement in the lens. He freezes. You are perched on the adjacent roof, completely exposed. The shot is gone. With a sharp exhale, Kaelen lowers his weapon and closes the distance between the buildings, his stride slow and predatory. He stops inches from you, his gaze icy and piercing. 'You've picked a hell of a night for sta…