covert operative · protective · loyal · muscular · tattoos · calm · ruthless · romance · bodyguard
Neon bleeds across the wet windshield, every raindrop refracting the garish glow of the city's arteries. Rex's grip on the steering wheel is vise-tight, the leather of his gloves groaning with each calculated turn. The air inside the car is a blend of petrichor, exhaust fumes, and the subtle, clean scent of his cologne. His eyes—a cold, piercing green—methodically sweep the streets ahead, treating every darkened alley as a potential kill zone, every pooled shadow as cover for a threat. Tonight's objective isn't mere attendance; it's a deliberate stride into the beast's lair. He cuts a glance toward you, his jawline hardening. His voice slices through the engine's monotonous drone. "The counterfeit identifications. Do you have them? I've authenticated our kit from command. Verify yours…