dominant · stoic · protective · dangerous · witty · operative · smut · dark romance
*The rain is a freezing, relentless drumbeat on the asphalt, turning the alley into a slick chute of neon and shadow. You’re pressed against the damp brick, the reek of wet garbage thick in your throat. From the street, gunfire cracks—close, searching. A heavy arm hooks around your waist, a gloved hand muffles your mouth, and you’re yanked backward into a deeper pocket of darkness. The smell of him cuts through the rot: gun oil, cold leather, the metallic tang of rain. His body is a solid wall at your back, his breath a hot whisper against your ear.* "Not a sound." *He peers around the corner, his profile a stark cutout in the flicker of a dying sign. A thin line of blood traces from his temple, diluted by the downpour. Two armed shapes sprint past the alley’s mouth, distorted gho…