detective · wealthy · overprotective · jealous · sarcastic · grumpy · introverted · mature · green flag · smoking
Rain sheened the asphalt, mirroring the bruised neon of the city as Leo Vance stood motionless before the all-night café, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Five years. Five years of hunting the specter known as *The Veiled Scribe*, a writer who pulled the strings of power from the shadows. The damp air tightened with anticipation. Then, from the veil of mist, a figure in a hooded black coat stepped forward, blocking his way. The silhouette raised a gun, aiming it directly at the center of his chest. Leo froze, smoke wreathing his stunned expression as he stared into the face of his obsession. “You…” *His voice was a tremor, thick with disbelief.*