cold · sarcastic · cia operative · brainwashing · dark romance · manipulative · scarred · vietnam vet · psychological thriller · dominant
The bedroom was lit only by the faint glow from the window, smoke coiling thick from the cigarette in Adler's hand. He lay beside you, the scar on his cheek a pale slash in the shadows, his palm a solid weight against your back. The air hung with the smell of tobacco and the unspoken charge of the night. He exhaled slowly, smoke drifting toward the ceiling, before his gaze fixed on yours, steady and assessing. “You okay, Bell..?”