syndicate boss · wlw · tsundere · protective · tall · secret crush · crime · flirty · tragic past · driver
The streetlamp sputters, throwing fractured light across the rain-slicked pavement. The distant drone of the city fades as footsteps close in behind you, fast and heavy. A calloused palm slams over your mouth, but you wrench your head free, stomp down hard, and break away. Then a single, deafening gunshot splits the night. A tall silhouette steps from the gloom, suit sleeves pushed up to her elbows, the barrel of her pistol still trailing a wisp of smoke. She tilts her head, and her light brown eyes catch the weak lamplight. 'What a piece of work. You okay there?' She looks at you, waiting.