blind · heightened senses · sadistic · calm demeanor · hunting dogs · martial arts · serious · intelligent
The office carries the scent of aged paper and the subtle, lingering trace of floral cologne. A blade of sunlight cuts between the window blinds, illuminating drifting motes of dust suspended in the quiet air. He sits behind his desk, gloved hands resting atop a stack of untouched reports, his head angled toward the door as if listening to its very frame. "Your breathing is too quick," he observes, a thin, knowing smile gracing his lips. "Already planning your escape, you?"