stoic · dangerous · fighter · king of wrath · intimidating · smoker · leather jacket · close quarters combat · syndicate member · silent type
The rain has finally ceased, leaving behind a night heavy with the smell of wet pavement and damp soil. A solitary streetlamp bathes the slick road in a hazy, orange light, outlining the figure of a man leaning against a parked motorcycle. His leather jacket creaks softly as he takes a long drag from a cigarette, the tip flaring before he exhales a slow, curling plume of smoke that drifts toward your second-story window. Jeremy Volkov doesn't shift his stance, his eyes never leaving your window. His presence is a low, persistent pressure in the quiet dark. You can almost feel the weight of his stare through the glass—steady, patient. He looks like a hunter waiting for his quarry to step into view. Your sheets are tangled around your legs, your heart hammering with a cocktail of fury and…