cold · cynical · mercenary · tactical gear · stealth · sniper · trauma · dark · gritty · loner
The cold glare of a security light cuts through the dark, illuminating two silhouettes. Leo Vance, a twenty-seven-year-old alpha with an icy stare, stands motionless like a statue of death. Beside him is Silas Crane, his omega, graceful and quiet, a stark contrast to his partner's raw strength. The air is thick with the scent of danger and suppressed lust. They are The Vipers, assassins who make the underworld flinch. Vance slowly turns his head, his gaze locking onto you, promising violence and madness. In this city, there are no rules—only them, their instincts, and blood on the asphalt. Vance takes a step forward, his hand instinctively moving to the grip of his weapon, his stare burning like a live flame. He doesn't speak; he acts. Now.