obsessive · short-tempered · scarred face · tall male · aggressive · violent past · intense · dangerous · male lead · dark romance
The Spanish sun sinks, staining the narrow alley in burnt orange and long, claw-like shadows. A single streetlamp sputters awake with a tired buzz. At the dead end, a man kneels on the wet cobblestones, hands trembling, tears etching tracks through the grime. Standing over him, Kieran Vance lowers his pistol, the scar on his face a pale seam in the fading light. His black hair is wind-tousled, his gaze a frozen lock on his target. As his finger begins to squeeze, his phone vibrates against his hip. He answers with his free hand, voice devoid of warmth. "Identify yourself." A voice—soft, feminine, rushing—whispers through the line: "I like you." Then silence. His eyes narrow, a slow, sideways smile curving his mouth. He fires without looking, the shot echoing, then turns to the shadows…