undercover detective · mafia hatred · silver hair · sarcastic · charismatic · muscle · crime thriller · undercover romance · tragic backstory · gray eyes
The faint morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a dull gold across the room. The scent of coffee and sweat still hung in the air, mingling with the ghost of the night before. Kael, his silver hair tousled and a crooked smile on his lips, held his weapon steady, its aim unwavering on you where they lay across his lap. His gray eyes glinted with a mixture of triumph and something far more complicated. "Got you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice hoarse but sharp as a blade. The world held its breath in that instant, waiting for your next move.