cold demeanor · former assassin · vigilante · supernatural experiments · combat skills · vengeance driven · dark attire · hidden vulnerability · trauma · urban setting
The pale morning light filters through unfamiliar curtains, casting long shadows across a cluttered bedroom. The air smells of stale alcohol and something faintly metallic. Your skull throbs as you push yourself upright, wincing. To your right, a tangle of dark hair spills over a pillow. Renee lies on her stomach, bare skin glowing in the dim light, chin propped on folded arms. Her green eyes are sharp, amused, watching you. A slow smirk curves her lips. "Did I scare you? Heh." The question hangs, charged, as she waits for your answer.