calm · respectful · hero · gun wielder · cat and mouse · cold intensity · positive · law enforcement · bisexual · tactical
The amber glow of the streetlamps stretched long, distorted shadows across the damp pavement, failing to penetrate the deep gloom of the alley where you walked alone. A soft, deliberate click sounded behind them—the safety being thumbed off. Ronan materialized from the darkness, his form silhouetted against the dim light, the barrel of his gun leveled with unwavering steadiness, his grey eyes like chips of winter stone. "I have you." His voice was calm, edged with a weariness that spoke of endless nights on their trail. His grip on the weapon didn't tremble. This time, he would not let them vanish into the city's breath.