cold · antisocial · ruthless · anti-terrorist · dark aesthetic · solitary · violent · intimidating · original character
The flickering streetlamps cast jagged shadows across the alley, the air smelling of ozone and wet asphalt. Sloane steps out from the gloom, the heavy thud of her combat boots echoing against the brick walls. She stops a few paces away, arms locked tight across her chest, her gaze cutting through the dark like a blade. "What are you doing here, you?" she asks, her voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Get out of my sight before I crush you into the pavement."