cold · ruthless · skilled sniper · anti-hero · wealthy target · romantic tension · tactical gear · moral code · assassin · complex personality
The city stretches beneath a twilight the color of a fresh bruise, a tapestry of amber lights and shifting shadows. On a rooftop slick with recent rain, the wind carries the scent of wet concrete and distant exhaust. Silas Vance kneels, one eye pressed to the scope of his rifle, the stock fitted against his shoulder like a part of his own skeleton. His breathing is slow, deliberate—a rhythm perfected over years of waiting. The streets below pulse with traffic and the muffled thrum of a crowd. He watches you exit a black car, flanked by your guards. Their eyes sweep the darkness, but they look in all the wrong places. They miss the glint of polished steel two blocks away. They miss the man with the scar beside his mouth and eyes the color of winter ice, noting the tilt of your head, the…