Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

"You don't have to be scared...I kill for money and bad people at that...not just anyone...so you aren't in danger" he hands her a towel "remove your hoodie and shoes here and I will lead you to the bathroom. I will get you clothes while you shower. Take as long as you need. I don't care about the water bill...and it's not a bother. Not like I would be doing much else if you weren't here" he shrugs his shoulders. Once she had removed her wet shoes and hoodie he led her to the bathroom. It had a separate bath and shower "All the skincare is on the sink, and you can use any of the hair and body products on the shelf in the shower" he gave her two towels since he knew girls needed a second one for their hair. He then headed to his room to find some clothes. He searched around and found some sweatpants that were a little small on him and a t shirt that would be just the right amount of baggy on her. She could tighten the waistband of the sweatpants, and it would fit perfect. He sets the clothes outside the bathroom and knocks "The clothes are folded up outside the door, just grab when you are done" he would shower when she was finished, in the meantime he stripped down to his underwear and sat on his bed waiting for his turn to shower.

Once the door closed behind her, she stood there for a moment, letting the steam from the hot water slowly fill the space before stepping in. The warmth was a shock at first, but it felt like her body was finally starting to thaw—like the cold she’d been carrying for days was starting to wash away. By the time she heard the knock and his voice outside the door, she was rinsing out conditioner, eyes closed under the stream. “O-Okay! Thank you.” she called out gently. She waited until the water was off before reaching for the clothes he’d left her. They were clean, soft, and they smelled like him—a little like soap and something grounding, like cedar. She dressed quickly and stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair wrapped in the towel, her frame small in the oversized shirt. She peeked around the corner and spotted him sitting on his bed, clearly waiting his turn. “…The shower was really nice,” she said softly, standing in the doorway like she wasn’t sure if she should come in or stay out. “And the clothes are really comfy. You picked well.” There was a tiny smile playing on her lips now, and her voice, though still quiet, held the warmth of someone who was beginning to feel safe. But as she spoke, there was something else there—a nervous energy she hadn’t expected to feel. It was like the kindness he’d shown her, the way he was so effortlessly caring, had somehow managed to make her heart flutter in a way she didn’t quite understand. She tried not to let it show, but the warmth that spread across her cheeks betrayed her. She quickly looked down at the floor, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Her mind felt a little scattered as she finally looked back up at him, trying to keep her cool. “Thanks again,” she said quietly, her voice softer now, like she was still trying to figure out how to process what she was feeling. She didn’t know why, but every time she looked at him, her chest tightened in a way that was both strange and... nice. “Are you, um... ready to shower?” she asked, her voice a little more shy now. Her eyes flicked to the bathroom door, then quickly returned to him. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but the truth was, every time she was near him, it was hard to ignore the small, fluttering feeling that had started to take root in her chest.

"Yeah I need to shower:" he stands up and hands her a wallet "Order yourself something to eat. I don't have anything for you...you will be stuck here until the rain lightens up..." he was nicer than his original presence led on. He wasn't mean or unkind in any way just kept his distance from people due to many factors including his career and his mental issues. He had schizophrenia and it caused delusions, he was afraid of hurting people so he stayed alone to protect others from himself. He also had past trauma and it was his main reason for why he did the work he did, rid the world of the scum who hurt people the way he had been in the past. "Feel free to splurge, you have a basic idea of my work...I make good money" A lot of the money he had in cash was from the wallets of people he killed, he patted her head and then made his way toward the bathroom. "Make yourself at home you can sit in the living room and watch TV. The storm should lighten up by the morning, you can just stay here until then" It was late but not too late that they couldn't order any food. He headed into the bathroom and turned the shower back on, he removed his underwear and got in, and he took a long shower giving her time to get comfortable in his apartment and giving him time to unwind.

Ae-sa blinked in surprise when Finn handed her the wallet, a faint confusion crossing her face. She hadn’t expected him to be so... considerate, especially after everything. It was strange, seeing a side of him that felt almost normal, but the way he spoke, the way he patted her head, made her relax a little more. It was such a small gesture, but it meant something. “Um, okay... thank you,” she said softly, the words feeling oddly warm. She took the wallet with hesitant fingers, and a small, almost shy smile tugged at her lips when he said to splurge. His tone wasn’t harsh or dismissive, like she might’ve expected from someone in his line of work. There was something different about him—a quiet, unspoken kindness under the surface. As he disappeared into the bathroom, she stood there for a moment, trying to process everything that had just happened. The rain was still pouring outside, and while she was still a little uncertain about being in his apartment, she had to admit—his offer felt genuine. She felt... safe. Something she hadn’t felt in a while. She glanced down at the wallet in her hands and, without thinking, took a breath, letting the comfort of the moment settle in her chest. What is this feeling? she wondered to herself, a tiny, unspoken thought starting to form in the back of her mind. Ae-sa walked over to the living room, hesitating before sitting on the couch. Her fingers lightly traced the edge of the wallet as she thought about her next move. She hadn’t expected to be in this situation, but somehow, she didn’t mind it. Just for tonight, she told herself, trying to calm the strange flutter in her chest. It’s just the rain, just the storm. No need to overthink it. She flipped through the wallet, finding more than enough cash for a good meal, and then reached for her phone. As she placed the order, her thoughts wandered back to Finn. He was different from what she’d imagined. He seemed distant, but there was something warm about his actions. Something that was... easy to trust, despite all the rough edges. Maybe this isn’t so bad, she thought, settling back into the couch, her eyes drifting to the sound of the shower running. *Maybe I’m not so alone after all.

After his shower Finn put on some sweatpants and stayed shirtless, he came out drying his hair with a smaller towel. He tossed the towel over the back of a chair in the kitchen, he snuck a quick blood bag in the kitchen before going to meet her in the living room "What did you order?" he smelled like a mix of cigarettes and body wash and the faint scent of blood but this blood scent was fresh, unlike the scent that was on him when they had first met. He wiped his mouth making sure there were no traces of blood, he didn't want to freak her out. He then checked his phone which was plugged in and charging on the table beside the sofa on the side he was sitting on, he responded to a text then set it back down and turned his attention back to her. He reaches over and takes the towel that's on her head and uses it to help dry her hair "Not good to leave the towel on too long, causes damage to the hair" he laughs softly "I don't remember where I learned that"

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

"You don't have to be scared...I kill for money and bad people at that...not just anyone...so you aren't in danger" he hands her a towel "remove your hoodie and shoes here and I will lead you to the bathroom. I will get you clothes while you shower. Take as long as you need. I don't care about the water bill...and it's not a bother. Not like I would be doing much else if you weren't here" he shrugs his shoulders. Once she had removed her wet shoes and hoodie he led her to the bathroom. It had a separate bath and shower "All the skincare is on the sink, and you can use any of the hair and body products on the shelf in the shower" he gave her two towels since he knew girls needed a second one for their hair. He then headed to his room to find some clothes. He searched around and found some sweatpants that were a little small on him and a t shirt that would be just the right amount of baggy on her. She could tighten the waistband of the sweatpants, and it would fit perfect. He sets the clothes outside the bathroom and knocks "The clothes are folded up outside the door, just grab when you are done" he would shower when she was finished, in the meantime he stripped down to his underwear and sat on his bed waiting for his turn to shower.

Once the door closed behind her, she stood there for a moment, letting the steam from the hot water slowly fill the space before stepping in. The warmth was a shock at first, but it felt like her body was finally starting to thaw—like the cold she’d been carrying for days was starting to wash away. By the time she heard the knock and his voice outside the door, she was rinsing out conditioner, eyes closed under the stream. “O-Okay! Thank you.” she called out gently. She waited until the water was off before reaching for the clothes he’d left her. They were clean, soft, and they smelled like him—a little like soap and something grounding, like cedar. She dressed quickly and stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair wrapped in the towel, her frame small in the oversized shirt. She peeked around the corner and spotted him sitting on his bed, clearly waiting his turn. “…The shower was really nice,” she said softly, standing in the doorway like she wasn’t sure if she should come in or stay out. “And the clothes are really comfy. You picked well.” There was a tiny smile playing on her lips now, and her voice, though still quiet, held the warmth of someone who was beginning to feel safe. But as she spoke, there was something else there—a nervous energy she hadn’t expected to feel. It was like the kindness he’d shown her, the way he was so effortlessly caring, had somehow managed to make her heart flutter in a way she didn’t quite understand. She tried not to let it show, but the warmth that spread across her cheeks betrayed her. She quickly looked down at the floor, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Her mind felt a little scattered as she finally looked back up at him, trying to keep her cool. “Thanks again,” she said quietly, her voice softer now, like she was still trying to figure out how to process what she was feeling. She didn’t know why, but every time she looked at him, her chest tightened in a way that was both strange and... nice. “Are you, um... ready to shower?” she asked, her voice a little more shy now. Her eyes flicked to the bathroom door, then quickly returned to him. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but the truth was, every time she was near him, it was hard to ignore the small, fluttering feeling that had started to take root in her chest.

"Yeah I need to shower:" he stands up and hands her a wallet "Order yourself something to eat. I don't have anything for you...you will be stuck here until the rain lightens up..." he was nicer than his original presence led on. He wasn't mean or unkind in any way just kept his distance from people due to many factors including his career and his mental issues. He had schizophrenia and it caused delusions, he was afraid of hurting people so he stayed alone to protect others from himself. He also had past trauma and it was his main reason for why he did the work he did, rid the world of the scum who hurt people the way he had been in the past. "Feel free to splurge, you have a basic idea of my work...I make good money" A lot of the money he had in cash was from the wallets of people he killed, he patted her head and then made his way toward the bathroom. "Make yourself at home you can sit in the living room and watch TV. The storm should lighten up by the morning, you can just stay here until then" It was late but not too late that they couldn't order any food. He headed into the bathroom and turned the shower back on, he removed his underwear and got in, and he took a long shower giving her time to get comfortable in his apartment and giving him time to unwind.

03/13/25

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1975 Ford Gran Torino

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

"You don't have to be scared...I kill for money and bad people at that...not just anyone...so you aren't in danger" he hands her a towel "remove your hoodie and shoes here and I will lead you to the bathroom. I will get you clothes while you shower. Take as long as you need. I don't care about the water bill...and it's not a bother. Not like I would be doing much else if you weren't here" he shrugs his shoulders. Once she had removed her wet shoes and hoodie he led her to the bathroom. It had a separate bath and shower "All the skincare is on the sink, and you can use any of the hair and body products on the shelf in the shower" he gave her two towels since he knew girls needed a second one for their hair. He then headed to his room to find some clothes. He searched around and found some sweatpants that were a little small on him and a t shirt that would be just the right amount of baggy on her. She could tighten the waistband of the sweatpants, and it would fit perfect. He sets the clothes outside the bathroom and knocks "The clothes are folded up outside the door, just grab when you are done" he would shower when she was finished, in the meantime he stripped down to his underwear and sat on his bed waiting for his turn to shower.

— Unknown

"you're so friendly" "you're easy to talk to"

I'm literally vampire luring you. You're getting blood sucked in twelve minutes

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

The voice that slipped out of the shadows wasn’t sharp or threatening—it was soft. Careful. Like someone unsure if they should be speaking at all. “I… I didn’t mean to scare you.” From the deeper part of the alley, Ae-sa stepped into view, the faint streetlight casting a pale glow on her features. Her hands were tucked into the sleeves of her oversized coat, her shoulders hunched slightly as if she wanted to disappear back into the dark she’d come from. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, a curtain she didn’t quite look through as she glanced up at him. “I just… you looked like you needed space. I wasn’t trying to spy or anything, I swear.” She bit her bottom lip, her gaze flickering to his knife before dropping quickly to the pavement, embarrassed. “I was walking home, and I heard you talking. I didn’t want to interrupt.” Ae-sa shifted her weight from one foot to the other, awkward and quiet, like she was used to being in the background. But even in her hesitation, there was something genuine—an odd warmth in how she looked at him. “…You okay?” she asked gently. “You seemed… I dunno. Like the night was heavy or something.”

He put away the knife he was holding "You didn't scare me...I just...you are in a bad part of town and you are around a dangerous person...if I wasn't a decent person you could have already been killed" he sighs and walked over to her "Why are you in such a shitty part of town? Do you have a death wish?" his tone was harsh but had a pang of concern as he was obviously not a bad person despite clearly being a killer for hire. As he got closer to her it was starting to rain, and he sighed "Shit..." he was about to say something else to her when it was downpouring "Fuck..." he grabs her arm and heads further down the alleyway "I'm Finn...uh...let's talk once we are out of this rain because as much I want to yell at you further...I'm fucking freezing.." he kept walking and about 10 minutes later he went into an apartment building and once in the lobby he shook the water from his hair then turned to face her "There is no way in hell you live anywhere near here, explain to me why you were in that alleyway? Were you getting drugs from someone? are you a prostitute? There's always seedy things going on" the building he lived in was rather nice for the area so it showed he had decent money. He crossed his arms as he waited for her response, he spoke out of concern rather than anger because he wasn't a heartless man just wasn't a huge fan of people interrupting him while he was working and that is exactly what she did.

Ae-sa flinched slightly when he grabbed her arm, but she didn’t pull away. His grip wasn’t rough, though it was firm, and there was a surprising gentleness beneath the harsh words. She kept her eyes on the ground as they walked, too uncomfortable to look at him directly. The rain drenched them both, and she could feel the chill creeping into her bones, but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to make him more irritated. When they reached the apartment building, she hesitated, unsure what to say. The warmth of the lobby made her feel oddly vulnerable, and his questions hit her like an unexpected storm.“I’m not... I’m not a prostitute,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper as she finally dared to glance up at him. “I... I wasn’t looking for drugs either.” Her fingers fiddled nervously with the sleeves of her coat as she avoided his gaze. She didn’t want to explain why she was in that alleyway—didn’t want to admit that, like him, she was just another broken person trying to survive. “I was just... passing through,” she murmured, her voice trailing off. She wasn’t lying exactly, but she wasn’t being entirely honest either. She didn’t want to explain the truth—the fact that the city felt like the only place where she could breathe without feeling like she was drowning. “I’m sorry if I interrupted something,” she added, voice small. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble... just... just needed a place to think.”She glanced at him again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could tell he wasn’t some heartless killer, but the sharp edge of his tone made her wonder if she was just another problem he didn’t want to deal with. “Thank you... for not letting me get soaked,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

"I tried my best but we both got pretty drenched anyway...that rain came down hard and fast..." he sighs "I was just waiting around after a job...I already did what needed to be done so it's not a huge deal, but you could have gotten hurt if it was anyone else. I was trying to prove how reckless you were being. This is not a safe city...you have to be cautious, and you weren't..." he checks his phone and searches the weather app "It's going to rain for a while...you can stay with me until it calms....it's late anyway..." he didn't wait for an answer and grabbed her wrist and headed upstairs to his apartment, it wasn't a penthouse but it was a decent sized two bedroom with an open concept with everything except the bathroom and bedrooms. He let go of her wrist once in his apartment, he removed his hoodie and shoes then tossed his dirty knife in the sink before sighing "I will lend you some clothes. Do you want to take a shower?"

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

The voice that slipped out of the shadows wasn’t sharp or threatening—it was soft. Careful. Like someone unsure if they should be speaking at all. “I… I didn’t mean to scare you.” From the deeper part of the alley, Ae-sa stepped into view, the faint streetlight casting a pale glow on her features. Her hands were tucked into the sleeves of her oversized coat, her shoulders hunched slightly as if she wanted to disappear back into the dark she’d come from. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, a curtain she didn’t quite look through as she glanced up at him. “I just… you looked like you needed space. I wasn’t trying to spy or anything, I swear.” She bit her bottom lip, her gaze flickering to his knife before dropping quickly to the pavement, embarrassed. “I was walking home, and I heard you talking. I didn’t want to interrupt.” Ae-sa shifted her weight from one foot to the other, awkward and quiet, like she was used to being in the background. But even in her hesitation, there was something genuine—an odd warmth in how she looked at him. “…You okay?” she asked gently. “You seemed… I dunno. Like the night was heavy or something.”

He put away the knife he was holding "You didn't scare me...I just...you are in a bad part of town and you are around a dangerous person...if I wasn't a decent person you could have already been killed" he sighs and walked over to her "Why are you in such a shitty part of town? Do you have a death wish?" his tone was harsh but had a pang of concern as he was obviously not a bad person despite clearly being a killer for hire. As he got closer to her it was starting to rain, and he sighed "Shit..." he was about to say something else to her when it was downpouring "Fuck..." he grabs her arm and heads further down the alleyway "I'm Finn...uh...let's talk once we are out of this rain because as much I want to yell at you further...I'm fucking freezing.." he kept walking and about 10 minutes later he went into an apartment building and once in the lobby he shook the water from his hair then turned to face her "There is no way in hell you live anywhere near here, explain to me why you were in that alleyway? Were you getting drugs from someone? are you a prostitute? There's always seedy things going on" the building he lived in was rather nice for the area so it showed he had decent money. He crossed his arms as he waited for her response, he spoke out of concern rather than anger because he wasn't a heartless man just wasn't a huge fan of people interrupting him while he was working and that is exactly what she did.

I'm bored. Like for a starter from the gang leader verse! - Open to everyone. Even non-mutuals.

"Shitty circumstances stink far less when you have someone to go through it with" he laughed at his attempt at a pun and then shrugged his shoulders "I got my revenge when I killed my parents. I made them suffer. But I wish I had tortured them...they got off easy it seems. But there wasn't much I could do, I was young and I needed to get away" he sighs then hugs him tighter "I am glad we have each other now. I may have been a jerk up until now but I had to know you were serious about being my friend and didn't just want something from me. Most just want to use me...or they are bored and just play around then leave. You seemed genuine and it's why I finally let my guard down and decided to let you in slowly" he noticed how much he was enjoying the affection and continued to hug him.

Luis listened with a sympathetic ear. He was silent for a few moments at the mention of parents, trying to remember his own. He struggled to conjure a mental image of them at all, and it saddened him. There was guilt present though; they had gravely suffered because of his actions. He’d never forgive himself for that.

“I understand.” Luis said eventually, “A lot of vampires I’ve met over the years have been untrusting of other vampires. I tend to not consider them enemies, unless they give me reason to. But I understand why you’d be wary. Perhaps I’m just too trusting.” He chuckled, “I’ve got your back, though. Promise.”

"It's not vampires....it's people in general...I don't trust anyone. Vampires themselves haven't proven to be untrustworthy just...I don't even think it's other people I have an issue with...just myself and the risk of hurting others....so maybe I am better off with my own kind, at least I can't hurt them as easily" he shrugs his shoulders then leans his head on him again. He glances up at him and smiles "It's nice I have someone I can trust and know that I can't hurt.." he sighs softly then just cuddles with him for a bit, after a while he sits up and turns to face him. "I...uh...I feel like we should get to know each other more...is there anything you want to know about me? Maybe asking some questions can help us get to know each other"