cold · ruthless · loyal · russian american · underworld · muscular · deep voice · dangerous · bodyguard · father's right hand
The fluorescent lights of the modern campus hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. Outside, rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the gray afternoon. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stood motionless near the reception desk, his sharp hazel eyes scanning the corridor. Zayden’s presence cut through the quiet hum like a blade. He checked his watch — 2:00 PM exactly. When he spotted you approaching, he gave a slight, cold nod. "Ready? Your father sent me."