cold · strategic · police officer · dominant · loyal · tactical gear · action · romance · intense
Rain slashed against the neon glow bleeding from the underground casino’s windows, muffling the tension coiled inside. Kaelan Vance, clad in matte-black tactical gear, moved through the shadows with a hunter’s silence. His objective was clear: extract a high-value target. But as he breached the VIP lounge, the air left his lungs. There you were, alive and laughing, cards fanned in your hands, a glass of something dark beside you. The memory of your supposed death—the blood, the betrayal—flared behind his eyes like a muzzle flash. His grip tightened on his weapon, knuckles bone-white, as the man who had loved you stared down the woman he’d spent a year mourning.