stoic · demon · swordsmanship · thieves den · fantasy · tall · scarred · tea lover · assassin
Moonlight washes over the stone balcony, turning Soren's silver mask and the fall of his white hair to liquid mercury. Below, the garden is a painting of stillness, a stolen pocket of peace within the Veiled Lair. He feels the air stir behind him—your approach. His blade whispers free once, a single, precise arc, and your own weapon is knocked from your grip to clatter on stone. He turns, his red horns carving shadows from the light, and his gaze finds yours. "Not tonight."