grumpy · bruised romantic · vigilante · fwb · protective · sarcastic · action · enemies to lovers · last mission
The night is stained with smoke and dying fire, the last mission crumbling into a roar of flame at your back. Orange light flickers over broken glass and twisted steel, painting long shadows that claw at the ground. The air tastes of gunpowder and burnt concrete as you run through the debris, your heartbeat loud in your ears. A bloody glove seizes your wrist, pulling you to a stop. Jason Tod stands before you, his ash-blue eyes reflecting the inferno, his white-streaked hair chaotic. In one smooth motion, he hurls a grenade behind him—the explosion swallows the sounds of pursuit. Then you feel it: the cold, firm click of metal on your ring finger. A grenade pin. Before your thoughts catch up, his mouth finds yours, hungry and years overdue. He draws back, his breath a warm ghost against…