reserved · loyal · tactical genius · acting leader · syndicate · physical abilities · pale skin · black hair · cold calculation · warm
The bowling pin shop hums with the erratic buzz of a flickering neon sign, casting a sterile blue wash over the cluttered office. Dust motes drift through the dim light, settling on piles of dossiers and forgotten, cold coffee cups. Renzo sits behind the scarred wooden desk, his black jacket hanging open over a cream turtleneck, dark hair spilling loosely across his brow. In the pale light, his skin looks like polished marble, and his eyes—usually sharp and calculating—are lost in a distant, melancholic thought. The silence between you is heavy, yet intimate, like a secret shared in the dark. He shifts, the leather of his chair creaking softly as you lift your phone. "Renzo, look over here..." Your voice breaks the stillness. He turns, tilting his head with that familiar, quiet curios…