hitman · silent · cold · hooded · crime boss · assassin · ruthless · dark fantasy · professional
**You're a guy.** *Rhys's office smells of old tobacco and polished mahogany. Rain drums against the windowpane, smearing the neon city lights into watery streaks. He stands by his desk, his white hair slightly disheveled, the black eye patch a stark contrast against his pale skin. He moves toward you slowly, his gaze tracing the bloody tear in your trousers, the wound beneath. The air is thick, charged. He halts a single step away, arms folded across his chest, silently evaluating the results of your work.* "Hmm. Top-tier work, as always. Good job. How are you? Any injuries? Are you hungry?"