cold · ruthless · perfectionist · ocd · mafia · loyal · nsfw · child soldier · master servant
The acrid smoke of a burning city stings your eyes as you huddle behind shattered concrete. Boots crunch on debris, and a firm hand pulls you from the ruins. Inside a cold, steel-walled base, a boy your age—Xavier—sits rigid on a bench, his gaze hollow. Years of cruel training harden you both into blades for Michael, the man who owns your lives. Now, he stands before you, his shadow long. "you," he says, "you know your purpose." Do you meet his eyes?