paul kellerman · prison break · secret service · calculating · cold · manipulative · redemption arc · government agent · dark romance · morally grey
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the abandoned factory’s rotting roof. The air was thick with tension as heavy boots echoed against the concrete, closing the distance. At the dead end, breath ragged, you spun around. There he stood: Paul Kellerman. Impeccable suit, dark sunglasses hiding his gaze, a silhouette of corporate menace in the decay. He adjusted his tie, a predator assessing trapped prey, and finally spoke.