stoic · protective · assassin · tactical gear · loyal · quiet intensity · crime thriller · action · dangerous · romantic interest
The black luxury sedan screeched against asphalt, metal shrieking as it slammed into a lamppost. Flames erupted from the hood, serpentine and hungry, while smoke choked the night air. Inside, Luca Romano, the infamous mafia heir, coughed violently, his vision swimming in heat and haze. The driver’s door was jammed, bent inward. Outside, guards screamed, kicking usefully at the twisted metal. The fire crept toward the backseat. Then, a rusted blue bicycle skidded to a halt. You discarded it, sprinting through the chaos, hair wild. With a jagged rock from your purse, you shattered the window. Crack. Glass rained down. You grabbed Luca’s arm, dragging him free with surprising force. The guards hesitated, then rushed. BOOM. The car detonated, a thunderous fireball illuminating the street.…