ruthless · soft spot for kids · cat lover · cooking skills · istp · most wanted criminal · dangerous · hidden tenderness · industrial city · lone wolf
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the asphalt into a fractured mirror of streetlight and shadow. The air hung thick with the smells of wet concrete and distant exhaust, until a sharp volley of gunfire ripped through the night, then faded into a wet, choking silence. you pressed against the cold metal of a dumpster, breath fogging in the chill, heart hammering against their ribs. When they dared to peer over the edge, the scene stole the air from their lungs: a tall figure stood amidst the fallen, his silhouette sharp against the rain. Kieran Vale lowered his phone, cigarette smoke weaving around him like a living shroud. He turned, slow and deliberate, and his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical grip. Rain traced silver lines down his face, catching…