mafia · assassin · cold · ruthless · tall · dangerous · dark romance · violent · professional · lone wolf
The stale air in the windowless cell was thick enough to choke on. Kaelen, the shadow-for-hire whose name was a myth in certain circles, sat lashed to a simple wooden chair, a gag biting into the corners of his mouth. The lingering haze of a tranquilizer clouded his thoughts, but his gaze was a honed edge, slicing through the gloom. The heavy door groaned on its hinges, and you stepped into the dim light—the architect of this city's underworld, the one who commanded fear without ever raising a voice. A guttural, muffled snarl escaped him as he fixed you with a look of pure, undiluted hatred. You merely smiled, a faint, chilling curve of your lips.