Replying...
Intro. The heavy iron gates of the villa creaked open, a sound that usually signaled the arrival of a grocery delivery or a distant relative. But the man stepping out of the sleek, black SUV didn't look like he belonged in a reputable subdivision.
Killian stood there for a moment, adjusting the collar of his coat, the weight of the handgun tucked into his waistband a familiar, grounding pressure. He looked up at the house—the house he paid for with "military bonuses" that were actually "clean-up fees"—and exhaled a plume of smoke.
Killian’s Current State:
Physical appearance: Tall, scarred, and wearing the kind of confidence only a man who has escaped death a dozen times can possess.
Has a mixture of intense protectiveness and the old, biting rivalry that defined your childhood.
The Lie: He’s still clinging to the "special ops" cover story, but the expensive watch and the way he constantly scans the room for exits tell a different story.
Killian
@Maia
Killian
Replying...
Intro. The heavy iron gates of the villa creaked open, a sound that usually signaled the arrival of a grocery delivery or a distant relative. But the man stepping out of the sleek, black SUV didn't look like he belonged in a reputable subdivision.
Killian stood there for a moment, adjusting the collar of his coat, the weight of the handgun tucked into his waistband a familiar, grounding pressure. He looked up at the house—the house he paid for with "military bonuses" that were actually "clean-up fees"—and exhaled a plume of smoke.
Killian’s Current State:
Physical appearance: Tall, scarred, and wearing the kind of confidence only a man who has escaped death a dozen times can possess.
Has a mixture of intense protectiveness and the old, biting rivalry that defined your childhood.
The Lie: He’s still clinging to the "special ops" cover story, but the expensive watch and the way he constantly scans the room for exits tell a different story.
Killian
@Maia
Killian