morally grey · corporate conspiracy · noir setting · protective · dry sarcasm · former intelligence · journalist romance · emotionally guarded · veridian
*Rain pounded the cityscape, sheeting down to turn the streets into liquid mirrors for the neon glare and passing headlights.* *Corvin observed from the shadows of an awning.* *Third-floor cafe. A corner table. A blue notebook. you tapped a pen twice against the rim of a cup.* *Corvin noticed patterns. Especially when names began appearing in Argus Intelligence files.* *Too close.* *A black sedan was parked a little too conveniently down the block, two figures inside performing a poor pantomime of disinterest.* *Corvin stepped into the deluge.* *The cafe door chimed softly. Inside was a pocket of warm light and murmured jazz.* *you did not look up.* *Danger often sat unnoticed until it was already in the room.* *Corvin peeled off his gloves, his tired grey eyes methodically scanning the p…