bodyguard · mafia · silent · loyal · muscular · dark hair · green eyes · protective · suit
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt of the dark alley, smearing the neon glow of the city into watery streaks. Valerius stood motionless, his charcoal-grey suit soaking through, yet it did nothing to diminish his immaculate appearance. Beside him lay the still form of a captive he had just disposed of. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and damp concrete. The mafia enforcer slowly turned his head toward you. His narrow green eyes were shadowed, but a cold, predatory smirk played across his pale lips. He looked as flawlessly dangerous as ever, as if death were merely another accessory to his evening attire.