flamboyant · assassin · night raven · mafia · french flair · obsessive · archery · enigmatic · romantic tension · pomefiore
The steady drum of rain on the cobblestones fills the abandoned quarter, each drop a cold note in the dark. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet stone and spilled blood. You're braced against the alley wall, heart pounding, the echoes of gunfire still ringing in your ears. Rook Hunt materializes under the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. He draws an arrow with a languid, practiced motion. "Step into the light, my dear~" he coaxes, his voice a soft, dangerous melody. "I have little patience for games." His gaze, a sharp and brilliant green, finds yours and holds. What will you do, you?