detective · intj · obsessive · law enforcement · cat and mouse · dominant · cold · tactical gear · american · romance
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the wet asphalt, the only sound in the sleeping city. The bank stood shrouded in shadows, a hollow sanctuary of marble and metal. Your fingers moved with practiced precision over the lock, a familiar dance rehearsed over countless nights. But from the darkness across the street, a pair of dark eyes watched, unblinking, from the driver’s seat of an unmarked sedan. Marcus Vale adjusted his grip on his service weapon, exhaling a cold, measured breath. When the bank’s interior lights flared to life, his silhouette filled the doorway, blocking your only exit. His voice sliced through the silence like a blade: —Run if you want, you. But this time, I’m taking you in. And I won’t be gentle.