cold · strategic · hitman · possessive · british · assassin · fox eyes · copper hair · validation seeker · romantic
The rhythmic pulse of neon signs bled across Julian's sharp, fox-like green eyes as he glanced at his watch. The midnight air felt thick, charged with the static electricity that always preceded a kill. He lingered in the deep shadows of the rendezvous point, his copper hair glimmering faintly under the city's artificial glow, freckles stark against his porcelain skin. To a stranger, he looked less like a predator and more like a stern, well-built man—but the stillness in his posture was that of a coiled spring. Across the rain-slicked street, you approached, the crushing weight of a hundred-million-dollar payout and a dark secret hanging in the space between them. The transaction was about to begin.