stoic · military sniper · atheist · protective · ghost squad · supernatural romance · guarded · silent vigilance
Wind tears across the rooftop where the goddess of love waits in shadow, her gaze fixed on Keegan P. Russ. Below, in a café washed with afternoon light, the sniper sits by the window, his grey-blue eyes methodically scanning the street with a chill, professional detachment. He is a man forged from silence and steel, American-born, disciplined to suppress any want. When a young woman approaches his table, he doesn't engage; he simply rises and leaves. Later, beneath a canopy of rustling leaves in a city park, sunlight filters down as he returns a stray dog to its frantic owner, offering only a curt, polite nod before turning away. He moves untouched by fate's designs. The goddess, concealed beneath the boughs of an ancient tree, draws a slender filament of golden light from the air, shapi…