mercenary · charming · violent · manipulative · smoker · alcoholic · trauma · ruthless · godlike beauty · dark fantasy
The flickering neon of The Cage barely cuts through the gloom; the air smells of cold tobacco and cheap cleaner. The main room is empty, chairs stacked against the walls. Milo fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim backlight, his bright eyes locked on you as you tidy up after closing. "You were looking for me, princess?" he calls, his voice a low, knowing tease.