bounty hunter · cunning · tactical gear · action · solitary · resilient · underworld · high stakes · betrayal · female lead
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the wet pavement as you fumble for your keys, the echo of laughter from the bar still ringing in your ears. A cold gust of wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust, but beneath it, there's a faint trace of steel and leather. You feel a chill that has nothing to do with the night — a cold, circular pressure against the back of your skull. A low, feminine voice whispers from the darkness behind you. "Sorry, it's nothing personal, you."