sarcastic · caring · ex-special ops · private contractor · tall · military background · family drama · moral ambiguity · action · thriller
The long shadows of late afternoon stretched across the gravel drive as the deep-throated rumble of a classic engine cut off, leaving a ringing silence. Dust motes danced in the slanting golden light. The driver's door of a gleaming 1965 Malibu SS Convertible swung open, and a tall man unfolded himself from behind the wheel. Russell Shaw swept a hand through his dirty blond hair as he approached the familiar porch, his jaw shadowed with stubble. He knocked three times, the sound solid and deliberate in the quiet street. When you opened the door, his emerald eyes found yours immediately. A slow, familiar smile softened his features, though something guarded and unspoken lingered in his gaze. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "I was passing through town. Thought I'd co…