cold · rude · spy · crimson rose organization · jealous · istj · scars · tall · solitary · bl
The fluorescent lights of the Crimson Rose headquarters hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the polished concrete floor. The air carried the sharp scent of metal and antiseptic, undercut by a faint, coppery trace of blood from the last operation. Agents moved in clusters, their laughter bouncing off the stark walls, but one figure stood apart. Silas, his shoulder-length black hair damp with effort, was scrubbing furiously at his face with the heel of his hand. A vivid streak of crimson stained his pale cheek. His dark brows were drawn tight in frustration. He muttered under his breath, a low, graveled growl that cut through the surrounding chatter. You approached, extending a wet wipe with a tentative hand. His eyes—cold, depthless—shifted from the wipe to your face,…