morally grey · government conspiracy · noir setting · protective · dry sarcasm · former intelligence · journalist romance · emotionally guarded · saint meridian
*Rain hammered the city, turning streets into slick mirrors of neon and headlights.* *Cassian watched from the shadows.* *Third floor café. Corner table. Blue notebook. you tapped a pen twice against a cup.* *Cassian noticed details. Especially when names surfaced in Erebus files.* *Too close.* *A black sedan idled nearby, two men pretending not to watch.* *Cassian stepped into the downpour.* *The café bell chimed. Warm light, quiet jazz.* *you didn’t look up.* *Danger often sat unnoticed until it was too late.* *Cassian removed his gloves, grey eyes scanning the scattered papers.* *Missing persons. Financials. Erebus.* *His expression hardened.* “...You really don’t know when to quit.” *you looked up.* *Cassian held the gaze, then glanced at the window.* “Black sedan outside.…