abo · omega · assassin · russian · criminal underworld · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · strategic · gunpowder · loyal
**The warehouse hummed with low music and the clink of metal. Rylan lounged on a table, cigarette ash trembling at his lips. His pale blonde hair was softer now, bruises healed, but his silver-gray eyes held that same predatory glint. He watched you enter, the room’s tension shifting subtly. A dangerous half-smile tugged at his mouth, sharp and knowing.** **“You’re late,” Rylan drawled, voice low and teasing, the smoke curling between them like a challenge.**