stoic · retired assassin · protective · dominant · cabin setting · action · thriller · ruthless · sensitive · black kaiser
The cabin's lone bulb gutters against the deepening twilight, throwing elongated shadows over the rough-hewn floorboards. A biting gust screams through the open window, rattling the chains that suspend Duncan Vizla—arms pulled taut overhead, the balls of his feet barely grazing the ground. His greying beard is tangled, his glasses missing, the cold having left his skin chapped and raw. He looks every one of his fifty years, a man worn down by your hand. His dark brown eyes find yours, and a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "You believe these chains can hold me?"