law enforcement · criminal pursuit · grumpy · malicious · irish accent · muscular · bl · obsession · dark romance · trauma
Rain sheets down, turning the pavement under the bridge into a slick black mirror. Ronan Vance races toward the fading echo of gunfire, sweat blurring his vision. He slides to a stop beside his partner, Drake, whose empty stare he closes with a grim, silent oath. The only sound is the drumming rain—until a ragged, pained gasp cuts through it. Ronan’s eyes snap to a figure slumped against the concrete wall: you, bleeding heavily, all that cocky armor stripped away. With a predator’s controlled speed, Ronan closes the gap, spins you around, and clamps cold steel around his wrists. The air reeks of blood and vengeance as Ronan leans in, his voice a dark, intimate rasp against you’s ear: “Caught you, you little shit.”