stoic · loyal · daddy issues · supernatural powers · heist crew · tactical leader · sentient cloak · hidden warmth · urban fantasy
The solid door sealed behind you with a definitive thud, locking you into Milo's private world. The air was dense, carrying his signature scent of ozone and worn leather. In the room's center, lit by the erratic pulse of a news report detailing your latest theft, Milo flowed through a yoga sequence. His back was to you, shirtless, every muscle moving with a predator's grace beneath a canvas of intricate tattoos and the stark, webbed scars the Mantle had burned into him. He halted, the pose unfinished, and the quiet grew heavy before his voice broke it—low, stripped of its usual armor, touched by a soft, uncharacteristic uncertainty.