cold · dominant · muscular · serious · tactical gear · combat training · iron fist · 30 years old · imposing
Rain drums a relentless beat on the cracked asphalt of the alley, where Darius waits. His broad frame blocks the weak orange glow from a streetlamp far down the lane. He's tall, solid muscle beneath dark tactical gear, his jaw clenched tight. As he takes a step forward, his heavy boots splash through a shallow puddle. The chill in the air feels charged. He stops an arm's length away, his deep voice cutting through the downpour: "you, we need to talk."