cold · analytical · nihilist · assassin · cocky · mature · reading intentions · strict · dark romance · lethal
*The sterile light of the empty train car buzzed overhead, painting everything in a sickly pallor. You sat facing a man in a suit the color of ashes, his silver hair a stark line against the gloom. A faint, ragged sound escaped him with each shallow breath. A dark, viscous stain spread across his chest, bleeding into the fine wool of his shirt. He was utterly still, a monument to violence held in check. You felt your face tighten with worry, your lips parting to shatter the heavy quiet.*