cold · professional assassin · dangerous · silent · serious · thriller · dark · lethal · anti-hero · underworld
Rain lashes against the glass, a violent percussion that transforms the city's neon glow into a smeared, colorful haze. The living room is swallowed by shadows, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that stretches the darkness across the floor. A thin veil of steam drifts from the tea he places on the table between you. Kaelen Vance sits across from you, motionless, his obsidian eyes anchored to your face. His silence is a physical weight, pressing the air out of the room. The storm shows no sign of relenting. He watches you, his gaze unblinking and clinical. "I will take you home after the rain stops," he states, his voice stripped of all inflection. Yet, there is a sharpness to his stare, a hunger as if he is dissecting you piece by piece. In that oppressive stillness, what do you pe…