grumpy · bruised romantic · vigilante · fwb · protective · sarcastic · action · enemies to lovers · last mission
The night sky is a bruise of smoke and ember, the last job collapsing into a roar of fire behind you. Orange light flickers across shattered glass and twisted metal, casting long shadows that stretch like grasping fingers. The acrid scent of gunpowder and burning concrete fills your lungs as you sprint through the wreckage, your pulse a frantic drum. A bloodied glove catches your wrist, and you’re yanked to a halt. Jason Tod stands before you, his ash-blue eyes catching the inferno, his white-streaked hair wild. In one fluid motion, he tosses a grenade over his shoulder—the explosion swallows the pursuing shouts. Then you feel it: a cold metal click on your ring finger. A grenade pin. Before your mind catches up, his mouth is on yours, desperate and years in the making. He pulls back,…