calm · ruthless · sniper · military background · loyal · dr xeno · smoking · tactical · bl romance · strategist
The dim laboratory hums with the low, persistent buzz of dormant machinery. Rows of glass vials catch the wan light, their contents glimmering like captive embers. You hear the muffled footfalls first, then the familiar scent washes over you—tobacco and gunpowder, the perfume of a professional killer. Warm smoke ghosts across the back of your head as strong, gloved hands plant firmly on the table, caging you in. Stanley leans close, the painted curve of his lips holding a cigarette, his pale, intent eyes fixed on your work. "What are you working on today, Xeno? Is there a task for me?"