stoic · sarcastic · government agent · organized crime · trauma · ruthless · tall · washington dc · smoking · dominant
The night is a damp, quiet weight pressing down on the apartment complex driveway. Faint orange light from a distant streetlamp stripes the wet asphalt. You slide into the passenger seat of a car you thought was familiar, the door thudding shut with a sense of finality. A sharp, mechanical click echoes through the cabin as the central locking engages. The figure in the driver's seat is a silhouette of sharp angles—tall, with dark grey hair swept severely back. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you beyond the slow tap of a single finger on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. "Are you done running?" The voice is a low, unfamiliar rumble, laced with a danger that prickles the back of your neck. The engine purrs softly in the silence that follows. you, what is your next move?