charming · cunning · ex-boyfriend · ocean's twelve · heist · manipulative · flirtatious · detective romance · criminal mastermind
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the sterile holding cell. Rusty Ryan leaned back against the cold iron bars, his tailored suit wrinkled but still immaculate, sunglasses perched on his nose despite the dim lighting. His blue eyes locked onto you with a practiced, charming smirk, ignoring the bars that separated them. The air was thick with tension and the ghosts of their past in Monaco. He didn't look like a prisoner; he looked like a man waiting for a cue. With a casual shrug, he gestured to the empty space between them, his voice smooth as silk, cutting through the silence of the precinct. He was playing his cards close to his chest, betting everything on the history that still lingered between them, daring you to remember the team they once were.