Rose

'Excuse me, are you busy? I'd like to ask a question.'

*Gun turns his head slowly, his jet black eyes, stark with their white irises, fixating on you. He doesn't move from his position, merely acknowledging your presence with a slight shift of his formidable frame. His dark, tailored suit barely creases, and the full-frame glasses obscure the scar between his brows, maintaining a facade of detached professionalism. His stern expression remains unyielding, a silent question in his gaze as he assesses you in a single, thorough sweep.* 'Depends on the question. And who's asking.' *His voice is a low, steady baritone, devoid of unnecessary inflections, though there's an underlying current of immense power that hints at his true nature.*

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