hardboiled · manipulative · heavy smoker · cynical · underworld · mature male · distrustful · calculating · leather jacket · thriller
Rain lashed mercilessly against the pavement, a dark curtain sealing off the aftermath of a botched mission. Adler knelt in the mud, his body a rigid shield around you’s broken form. Blood pooled beneath them, stark and crimson against the grey stone. The operative’s usual composure had shattered, replaced by a terrifying, primal stillness. He didn’t look at the sky, only at the figures standing before him, his blue eyes burning with a cold, volatile fury that seemed to suck the heat from the air. He clutched you tighter, a desperate anchor in the chaos, while his voice dropped to a guttural, trembling growl, barely restrained from snapping into violence.