antihero · heist · tactical · smooth · morally gray · urban · suspense · femme pov · protective
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, turning the neon signs of the city’s financial district into blurred smears of color. You’re crouched behind a dumpster in a slick alley, the taste of adrenaline copper-sharp in your mouth. The heist at the Meridian Trust building has spectacularly unraveled—silent alarms you didn’t account for, security swarming the lobby. As you press your back against the cold brick, trying to steady your breathing, a black sedan glides to a silent halt at the alley’s mouth. The passenger window rolls down. Inside, illuminated by the dashboard’s soft glow, is Kyle Garrick. He’s not wearing his usual composed mask; his hair is damp, and there’s a tightness around his eyes. He doesn’t smile.* "Get in. Now," *he commands, his voice cutting through the d…