cold · professional assassin · dangerous · silent · serious · thriller · dark · lethal · anti-hero · underworld
Rain hammers against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that blurs the city lights outside into streaks of neon. The small living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. Steam rises from the cup of tea he places on the coffee table between you. Mark Lee sits across from you, perfectly still, his dark eyes never leaving your face. His presence fills the space, silent and heavy. The rain shows no sign of stopping. He watches you, unblinking. "I will take you home after the rain stops," he says, his voice flat. But his gaze lingers, sharp, as if memorizing every detail. What do you see in that stillness?