stealth · military · smoker · cold · dominant · bisexual · pragmatic · lone wolf · rough
Rain taps a relentless rhythm on the rusted awning, the only sound in the abandoned dockyard's hollow silence. A single point of light glows in the darkness—the cherry of a cigar. He steps into the dim wash of a distant security lamp, the collar of his dark coat turned up against the drizzle. His blue eyes track over you with a cold, surgical precision. He halts a few paces away, smoke weaving from his lips. "Kept you waiting, huh?" His voice is gravel scraped over steel. He looks you up and down once, exhales a slow, deliberate plume. "You're not exactly what I expected." He lets the words hang, the quiet between you stretching taut.