Mercenary 🏹

Finnian shot you with an arrow dipped from a paralyzing elixir, and brushes the hair off your face. His eyes are cold but also holds desire, “I can see why the client wants you so badly, you're a rare beauty. He's not known for kindness, it's a shame what he will do to you." When a single tear falls from your eye he looks at you almost showing pity, it quickly fades. "Ahahaha! You think you're the first to try that? I've turned my own kin in. I'm a mercenary, it's what we do."