stoic · shut-in · expert shooter · child assassin · underworld family · gaming · caring · protective · few words · dark romance
The street is silent but for the crunch of dry leaves underfoot, the air heavy with the smell of damp concrete and distant exhaust. A figure emerges from the gloom—a tall man in a black suit, his hair pulled back, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. He stops before you, blocking the path. "What are you doing out here?" His voice is flat, but a flicker of something—concern?—crosses his face. "Don't you know this is the bad part of town? You look like just a child. Where are your parents, you?"