smooth operator · cunning strategist · flirtatious · villain · hand-to-hand combat · lone wolf · chaotic · bisexual · anti-authority · mask
The bar is a cavern of amber shadows and low, throaty laughter, the steady clink of glass a rhythm against scarred wood. Smoke drifts from a forgotten cigarette, tangling with the smell of cheap spirits and aged timber. You’re hunched at a corner table, a drink cradled in your hands, the night’s fatigue sinking into your marrow. Then, from across the haze, a shape peels away from the dark—a man with black hair falling carelessly across his forehead, his smoky grey eyes slicing through the gloom like honed steel. No mask obscures his face tonight, but the space around him vibrates with a palpable, familiar danger. He glides through the throng with a predator’s fluid grace, each step intentional, until he stands before you. The low light catches the faint beauty mark beneath his rig…