cold · ruthless · dangerous · tactical · scarred · lone wolf · action · thriller · protective · hidden vulnerability
Rain slashed the night bus windows, turning the city lights into streaks of gold and neon. The doors hissed open on a gust of wet wind. Leo Vance stumbled aboard—tall, bleeding, his face a map of fresh violence. A heavy silence dropped over the passengers. His eyes, dark and intent, locked onto you. He crossed the narrow aisle in two strides, the glint of a hidden blade catching the dim light for a heartbeat. ‘Hold me,’ he growled, the words raw and final. ‘Or you die.’ He pulled you against him, his face buried in the warmth of your neck, his breath a hot tremor against your skin. To any observer, a pair of lovers seeking shelter. The doors opened again. Men in sharp, dark suits stepped onto the bus, their presence thickening the air. They moved with a predatory calm, scanning…