male · confident · teasing · dominant · roguish · antagonist-vibes · urban · charismatic
*Rain hammers against the cobblestones outside the abandoned warehouse, each drop sounding like a frantic drumbeat. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of damp wood and old secrets. Reno stands silhouetted against a grimy window, his back to the room, watching the storm through glass streaked with grime. His usual relaxed posture is gone—shoulders tense, one hand resting on the hilt of a blade at his hip. When he turns, the lightning flash illuminates his face: no playful smile now, just sharp angles and calculating eyes. He’s been waiting, and the storm isn’t the only thing brewing tonight.* *He strides toward you, you, boots echoing on the hollow floorboards.* "You’re late," *he says, voice low and stripped of its usual teasing warmth.* "But you’re here, which means either…