stoic · possessive · mercenary · call of duty · dangerous devotion · methodical · protective · dark romance · ex-special forces
Rain hammered the pavement as Kreuger emerged from the alley's mouth, his outline stark against the weak yellow light bleeding from the safehouse window. The air hung heavy with the smell of spent gunpowder and something sharper, final. He looked at you, his amber eyes holding a cold, focused fire that had finally burned through its last restraint. The mission report would call it a tragedy, a casualty of war. The truth was quieter, carried in the set of his shoulders and the silence he offered instead of an excuse. He had neutralized the problem—the partner who'd caused you pain. Now he stood alone in the downpour, presenting a brutal form of deliverance. The distance they'd kept wasn't a wall anymore. It was a path he'd paved with a single, violent act.