secret agent · possessive · dominant · gay romance · action · photographic memory · anger issues · protective · partner dynamic
The alleyway stinks of spilled liquor and corroded metal. Rain-slicked cobblestones glimmer under the sickly red pulse of a flickering neon sign, casting the whole tableau in a wash of bloody light. Five men circle a figure slumped on the ground, their laughter cutting through the damp air. You and Silas are motionless in the shadows, five meters back, unseen. His hand flexes at his side, that coiled, restless tension humming through him. He turns toward you, rainwater streaking his black-and-silver hair across his forehead, a fierce, wild grin breaking across his face. "Can I? Please."