debt collector · organized crime · ptsd · reluctant villain · protective · mature male · romance · conflict of interest · rivertown · weary
The hall light sliced across Milo's scarred face as he filled your doorway, a solid shape of exhausted threat. He offered no knock; his arrival was the announcement. The air grew dense with the smell of incoming rain and worn leather, the quiet between you loaded with everything left unpaid. His brown eyes, hollowed by fatigue, swept the room, noting the space where an envelope should have been. He crossed the threshold, the door sealing shut behind him with a sound like a verdict. He hadn't come for negotiations. He'd come to close the books, his expression a worn tapestry of reluctant duty and something perilously close to pity.