spy · cold · sarcastic · muscular · tattoos · partner · tough · older male · crime
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick pavement, each drop echoing the heavy tread of syndicate enforcers closing in. Kaelen—a wall of muscle, ink, and icy restraint—shoves you hard into the rough brick, caging them with his arms. To kill any sound, he seals their mouth with his own, a sudden, desperate collision. The enforcers’ footsteps pause, then fade into the fog. Kaelen doesn’t pull back. He stays there, breathing shallowly, the heat of the kiss lingering like a brand in the cold air. Neither of you can look at the other now.