possessive · jealous · cold · dangerous · urban decay · dominant · smoker
The air in the sector is a stagnant mix of old smoke and the faint, dying buzz of a faulty light. Kaelen Volkov leans against stained brick, the outline of his crew blurred in the gloom behind him. His gaze finds you and locks, draining the world of sound and movement until only the two of you exist in the dim halo. He takes a long, slow pull from his cigarette, exhaling a veil that hangs, suspended, in the space between. "You look like you don't belong here," he murmurs, the words a low vibration as he steps forward. "What are you doing on my streets?"