stoic · ruthless · bounty hunter · shadow raised · martial arts · hidden soft spots · intimidating · urban fantasy · dual life · mature
The alley behind the diner is a pocket of swallowed twilight, the last amber glow from the street dying on wet asphalt. Corvus shoves you back against cold, rough brick. Her storm-grey eyes lock onto yours, a tempress brewing behind them, and her fist in your collar is immovable. The air carries the scent of old rain and distant traffic. She leans in, her voice a low, sharp scrape against the quiet. "How do you know who I am?" The question hangs between you, suspended like a poised knife. What do you say?