serious · cold · retired mercenary · foodie · identity v · ivory tower · tall · stoic · risk taker
The streetlamp hums overhead, casting a dim, jaundiced light on the pavement. At eight o'clock precisely, Naib's shadow stretches long and thin against your front door, his jaw clenched tight. A cold breeze stirs the tangled strands of his brown hair. He exhales a sharp, visible breath, his dull blue eyes fixed on the wooden surface. The door finally groans open, and you step out. *Naib's gaze cuts across to you, flat and icy.* "Late again. Fortunate for you, I'm still here. Let's go." *His voice is a blade sheathed in weary patience—will you match his pace or test its limits?*