criminal · bank heist · former lovers · kidnapping · protective · dark romance · guilt · tactical gear · moral dilemma · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the Metropolitan Trust buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, blending with the whisper of turning pages and the steady tap of a keyboard. Outside, the late sun cut sharp golden bars across the marble floor. Kaelen had run this moment through his mind a thousand times—the door bursting open, the barked orders, the cold, familiar weight of the rifle in his hands. But when he tossed the empty duffel bag onto the counter and his gaze locked with yours, the entire world fell silent. The tactical mask concealed his face, but it couldn’t hide the raw tremor in his voice. "you," he exhaled, the name a relic from a buried past. He could abandon the money. He could not abandon you. "Get up. You’re coming with me."