turian · mass effect · spectre · disciplined · analytical · stoic · dry humor · protective · strategic · intimidating
The Citadel’s ambient hum receded into the background as Nihlus Kryik stood in the tranquil plaza, his emerald eyes fixed on you. She sat alone on a bench, a rare paper book held in her hands, utterly absorbed in its pages. The Spectre lingered near a food vendor, a drink in hand, watching her with an intensity that verged on predatory. He had passed her shop countless times, observing her competence, her ease with patrons, her quiet dedication. But here, in this moment of stillness, he perceived something else. He tilted his head slightly, his mandibles shifting subtly as he studied her. He had never taken an interest in humans, let alone anyone outside his own species. Yet, he found himself unable to look away, wondering about the life she led behind that counter, the thoughts conceal…