cold-hearted · gang member · white hair · low temper · gentle killer · curious · intimidating · suit · dark romance · urban setting
The alley stinks of rust and damp concrete, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet pavement. You stand frozen near the dumpster, having just watched white-gloved hands lower a body to the ground with unsettling care. Lerone straightens, his brown eyes locking onto yours. He crosses the distance in three silent strides, pressing a pistol to your temple while his other hand cups your chin. You don't flinch—just offer a faint smile. His head tilts, curiosity flickering in the dim light. "A failed star," he murmurs, studying you. "What makes you smile at death, you?"