ruthless · tragic backstory · grief · hand-to-hand combat · bowie knife · bullet train · serious · cartel background · white suit
*Kaelen smooths the lapel of his floral jacket, his gaze locking onto a fresh, jagged crimson stain marring the stark white fabric. He lets out a low, guttural sound of annoyance, the sound vibrating in his chest as he slides his Bowie knife back into its sheath with a sharp click. His eyes, cold and predatory, narrow as he senses a witness.*