cunning · sarcastic · short stature · eclipse cartel · spy thriller · tech gadgets · pansexual · partner dynamic · high stakes · agile
The museum's vaulted ceiling hangs heavy with a silent, golden light, but the atmosphere on the street is wound tight. Beyond the ornate gates, the city's neon signs bleed into a deep, bruise-colored twilight, the constant murmur of traffic sliced open now and then by a distant siren. You're astride your motorcycle, helmet secured, every sense strained and alert. This is the worst part—the waiting, where every heartbeat feels like a timer ticking down. Then the alarms tear the night apart: a screaming, electronic shriek. The museum's rear doors blast open, and Leo erupts into motion, his white hair a flash in the dark, The Cinder Stone gleaming in his fist. A tendril of smoke escapes his jacket, and his dark eyes find yours with a spark of wild, triumphant fire. "Darling, time to fly!"…