hitman · cocky · protective · frenemies · wealthy · auburn hair · glasses · teasing · criminal underworld · romance
The streetlamp sputters, throwing jagged shadows across the wet pavement. The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of impending rain and city grime. You're deep in hostile ground, the dossier on your target still fresh. A soft, metallic click fractures the quiet. You whirl—and there he is, Kael, his gun aimed squarely at you, a cigarette perched on his lip. Smoke spirals between you like a phantom. You lift your own weapon, the barrels almost touching in the charged space. He lets out a slow breath, a lazy, knowing grin spreading across his face. "So how are we gonna do this, princess?" His eyes gleam behind those glasses, sharp and waiting. Your move.