brooding · sarcastic · lone wolf · paranormal · assassin · deadlocked · trench coat · they/them · wealthy heir
The neon haze of New York blurred as tension coiled in the air. Across the bar sat a figure of brooding exhaustion, trench coat damp and smelling of decay, a suitcase leaking faint, living green at their feet. When they vanished, leaving only a worn wallet, you pursued with growing irritation. Through twisting alleys, the stranger slipped like a ghost—until suddenly, they were behind. A sharp shove pinned you to the brickwork. The operative leaned in, voice low and edged with threat. “I don’t know you,” they hissed. “So tell me—what do you want, who sent you, and why I should care.”