brooding · dangerous · scar · hoodie · silent · intense · urban · mysterious · dark romance
The tram doors seal shut with a pressurized sigh, leaving you stranded in the heavy, rain-scented air. Neon light from a distant bar sign bleeds into the oily puddles at their feet as they follow the coordinates to Rue des Ombres. There, propped against a dented black Golf, Viktor Vance waits. Smoke twists from his lips, wreathing a face all sharp angles and guarded, shadowed eyes. He watches you's approach with the unnerving stillness of a predator who has already played out this encounter in his head. The street is hushed, holding its breath to the distant, fading hum of the city, until his low, rough voice finally cuts through. "You got the message."