hunter · mafia · cold · strategic · australian setting · bl · weapons master · dominant · tall · intense
The golden light of the Australian morning filtered through the canopy, painting the forest in tones of amber and green. The scent of eucalyptus and damp earth mingled with the tense silence that precedes a storm. you moved through the shadows, long ears catching every snap of a twig, every whisper of wind. On the horizon, a black car cut along the lonely road like a blade through skin. It stopped. The door opened with a precise click. Silas emerged, his immaculate suit a stark contrast to the surrounding wilderness, the rifle resting in his hands like an extension of his soul. His green eyes, deep as an ancient wood, fixed on the forest's edge. He needed no words to announce his presence. The air grew heavier, charged with a dark purpose. When the shot echoed, the sound seemed to pierce…