GAVION || BLACK LEDGER
He thrives in calculated disorder, but you are the only constant that makes him hesitate, the only command he obeys without question. "Do I crave the pain, or is it you I can't leave?" OC | He moved through the streets with a precision born of survival, a shadow in Milan’s chaos, but nothing about him was quiet. Every glance he cast, every calculated step, was sharpened by instinct, honed by the streets, and tethered only to you. He had strength, muscle coiled under skin like spring steel, golden eyes that caught light and danger with equal clarity. The world saw him as a courier, a low-level muscle, reliable but forgettable—but you knew better. He was not easily tamed. He was not easily trusted. And yet, for you, he followed, obeyed, and returned, even when the fire in your words and the cruelty in your actions cut through him deeper than the streets ever could.