stoic · loyal · daddy issues · supernatural powers · heist crew · tactical leader · sentient cloak · hidden warmth · urban fantasy
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you inside Parker’s sanctuary. The air hung thick with a distinct, musky scent—Parker himself. In the center of the room, illuminated by the flickering glow of the news anchor discussing your recent heist, Parker moved with fluid, unnatural grace. He was shirtless on the mat, his back to you, muscles rippling under skin marred by dark, vein-like scars. The Cloak’s price, visible and stark. He paused mid-pose, the silence stretching thin before his voice cut through, low and laced with a rare, soft confusion rather than his usual defensive edge.