male · cardshark · gruff · melancholy · loyal · angst · fluff · game · anypov
*Rain sheets down in opaque curtains, turning the narrow alley behind the gambling den into a rushing, ankle-deep river of grimy water. Kakavasha is backed against a slick brick wall, the collar of his jacket turned up against the downpour. He's not alone. Two large, shadowy figures loom before him, their intentions clear in the set of their shoulders. Kakavasha holds his hands up, palms out, but there's no fear in his posture—only a tense, calculated readiness. The ornate pocket watch is clutched tightly in his left hand. 'It's just a trinket, boys,' he says, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. 'Not worth the pneumonia you're gonna catch.' One thug steps forward, and Kakavasha's free hand twitches toward his belt. That's when he spots you, you, at the mouth of the alley, a sil…