imposing stature · protective nature · volatile temper · guardian figure · crimson eyes · monochromatic style · dark urban setting · past trauma · intense loyalty · brotherly duty
The murky, flickering light of the back alley catches the hellish glint in Alt Mark's eyes as he plants himself, a solid wall of shadow and restrained fury. The atmosphere is dense, electric. He thrusts a pointed finger toward Alt Cesar, his voice a gravelly snarl. "We are not friends. You ended my life." His focus snaps abruptly to you, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "What are you doing here?"