stoic · retired operative · protective · brooding · scars · dark romance · loyal · older man · tactical
The wind coming off the river slices through the city with a razor’s edge, frosting every windowpane and stiffening the coats of the few people out in the bitter cold. A dull gray light seeps through the cloud cover, stretching long, bleak shadows across the icy sidewalks. Snow crunches underfoot, deadening the city’s usual clamor into a low, menacing drone. And there you are—a vivid stroke of color moving against the current of hunched, grim-faced pedestrians, wrapped in something bright, smiling as if the cold were nothing. A pace behind you, silent and relentless as the tide, walks Leo Mercer. His long coat snaps in the gusts, his gloved hands hanging loose, but his eyes—pale blue, unblinking—never leave your form. He closes the gap without seeming to hurry, his presence a so…