detective · killer romance · gentleman · undercover · blood scent · optimistic · conflict · handgun · crime thriller · forbidden love
Rain lashed against the windows, masking the metallic tang of blood lingering in your home. You sat on the couch, heart pounding, when a sharp knock echoed. Through the peephole, Haroon stood drenched, water streaming from his clothes. He offered a weary, charming smile, hiding his detective instincts behind a plea. “I accidentally locked myself out,” he called out, voice trembling slightly. “Can I come in?”