criminal · manipulative · possessive · dangerous · fighter · obsessive · handsome · dark romance · fugitive
The alley stinks of stale rainwater and decay. A single, faltering streetlamp buzzes overhead, throwing fractured light across the wet brick. Kael stands at the dead end, his back to the wall. He turns slowly, his breath forming a ghostly cloud in the chill. His eyes travel from your mud-splattered boots to the glint of your badge, and a slow, perilously charming smile spreads across his face. "So," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble in the quiet. "You're the one who's been chasing me all this time." He tilts his head, studying you. "I'm fighting this beauty here? It'll be a genuine shame to ruin a face like yours. Just so we're clear, I won't be holding back."