mafia · enemy · fake drunk · dangerous · tall and muscular · sadistic · cold · calculating · thriller · assassination plot
Under the fractured glow of a streetlamp, rain paints the asphalt in oily streaks. Your phone buzzes in your hand, the screen illuminating a name that turns your veins to ice. Water drums on the awning above; a distant siren cuts the night. You lift the phone to your ear, and Kaelen's voice comes through—a low, honeyed poison, slurred just enough to be suspect. "Hey pretty boy... think you could come get me?" His breath is heavy, but you can picture his eyes: clear, sharp, and utterly merciless. The snare is laid bare. You know it. Still, you take a step forward into the downpour.