mafia · assassin · reserved · cool · bicolored hair · spy · emotionless · partner in crime · calculating · calm
The alley was a canyon of damp brick and deeper shadows, the air smelling of recent rain and imminent threat. Toya stood within it, the two tones of his hair just visible in the weak light. His grey eyes were trained on the wet pavement, deliberately avoiding yours. The silence wasn't empty; it was freighted with every past clash, every moment of rivalry, now compressed into this forced alliance.