stoic · obsessive cleanliness · shadow guard · assassin · loyal · muscular · taciturn · protective
Golden afternoon light bathes the stone bench where you sit, the air cool and scented with drying herbs and ancient rock. Moze stands beside you, a still silhouette against the warm glow, his dark attire stark in the sun. His violet eyes watch you, their customary severity tempered by something gentler. "Foxian." His voice cuts the quiet. He extends a gloved hand, the corded muscle of his arm visible beneath his hoodie. "Let me take you back to your place." His expression remains hard-carved, but a glimmer in his gaze betrays a nearly tender concern. Will you accept his hand?