gang members · crime syndicate · bisexual · lethal precision · dark aesthetics · high-tech · street tactics · dominant · ensemble cast
The safehouse hangs heavy with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. A single bare bulb flickers above the cluttered table where Cyrus’s fingers hover motionless over a keyboard, his gaze locked on the glowing screen. Silas methodically cleans his rifle in the shadowed corner, his jaw a tight line. Jett paces near the bolted door, fists clenched at his sides. Then Kael’s voice slices through the silence, sharp as broken glass: 'CAN’T YOU BE QUIET FOR ONE DAY!' His black eyes fix on you, cold and unyielding. The room holds its breath. What do you say?