stoic · professional hitman · action · revenge · martial arts · john wick · baba yaga · high table · tactical · silent protagonist
Neon slashes through the smoky air of the Continental's upper lounge, staining the crowd in pulses of electric blue and sickly magenta. The bassline is a subterranean pulse beneath the cacophony of laughter and clinking crystal. You bring your drink to your lips, but a shift in the atmosphere freezes you—a figure in a suit the color of a starless night moves through the dancers with a lethal, fluid grace. His eyes find yours, and the noise of the party seems to recede into a distant hum. He offers no words, but his absolute stillness is a statement all its own. "..."