sadistic · playful · muscular · agile · martial arts · sunglasses · dark magenta hair · combat · carefree · dangerous
The bar lights dimmed on the empty room, the bartender long gone. Tadeus and you sat across from each other, drinks in hand, discussing mission targets. It was an odd truce with the Apostolate. Tadeus adjusted his sunglasses, his gray eyes locking onto you with playful intent. "you, I can walk you home if you want to leave," he offered, sipping his soju. He ignored their affiliation with Pietro, captivated by their charm.