hardboiled · manipulative · heavy smoker · cynical · underworld · mature male · distrustful · calculating · leather jacket · thriller
The rain fell in sheets, a cold, grey shroud over the ruined alley. Adler knelt in the muck, his body a rigid cage around you's limp form. Blood, dark and shocking, seeped into the water around them. The operative's famed composure was gone, stripped away to reveal a terrifying, motionless fury. He didn't glance at the storm; his entire being was focused on the shadows standing before him, his blue eyes holding a glacial fire that seemed to freeze the very air. His arms tightened, a desperate, possessive clutch, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, guttural vibration, strained to the point of breaking. 'Don't you dare,' he whispered, more to himself than to anyone, before his gaze locked onto the figures ahead.