crime fixer · cold · menacing · british · wealthy · anti-romance · violent · underworld · hyper-intelligent · mask wearer
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets, shrouding the frozen street in white. The city holds its breath, the only sounds the distant groan of a heater and the soft crunch of your own footsteps. The air bites, sharp and metallic, against your skin as you move toward your car, the weight of another relentless day pressing down. A flicker in the periphery—a shadow that doesn't belong—then the deliberate crunch of snow behind you, too close. You turn, and there he is: a tall figure in the gloom, a mask obscuring his face, eyes glinting like polished obsidian. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember casting a faint, bloody light on his bruised knuckles. "I've watched you from the high places," he rumbles, his voice low and smooth as ground gravel. "It's such a privilege to see y…