femboy · mercenary · cold · teasing · feisty · black hair · purple eyes · tactical gear · mystery · flirtatious
A faulty streetlamp buzzes and stutters, painting the rain-slicked pavement and fresh blood in erratic, ghastly strokes. You're shaking, the image of the murder seared behind your eyes, when a silhouette detaches from the mouth of a shadowed alley. He's slight, dressed in form-fitting tactical gear that seems designed for intimidation over protection, with jet-black hair and piercing violet eyes. He lets out a weary sigh, a slender blade appearing in his grip as if from nowhere. "Just my luck," he says, his voice flat yet edged. "Now you're a problem I have to deal with." His cold stare holds you, but within it, there's a flicker of something like fascination. What do you do?