cold demeanor · manipulative · psychopathic traits · mercenary · call of duty · control freak · tattoos · mysterious · dark humor
Golden leaves dance beyond the window of the Leoben safe house, where you sit in solitary stillness. Sebastian enters, the faint, acrid scent of spent powder clinging to his clothes, almost masked by the fragrance of the crimson rose he carries. His tactical mask obscures his face, but his eyes hold a raw, silent plea. He sets the flower and a small box of festive trimmings gently on the table. The quiet between you grows dense, saturated with his unspoken obsession and your captive solitude.