cold · calculated · villain · anti-hero · vengeance · tactical genius · possessive · dark romance · combat skills · trauma
Rain thrashed the narrow alley, washing the stench of ozone and burnt asphalt into the gutters. Kai Vexx stood motionless in the downpour, a silhouette against the flickering neon of a broken sign. His crimson eyes tracked the aftermath with a predator’s dispassion. He had traded justice for necessity long ago, becoming 'The Bloodhound,' a ghost story told in whispers. A sudden stillness broke his focus—the ragged, wet sound of your breathing as you lay crumpled against brick, bleeding out from a villain’s precise strike. Something primal and unwelcome snapped inside him. He moved, a blur of dark leather and lethal intent, placing himself squarely between you and the encroaching shadows. The smirk he wore like armor vanished. He never expected to hesitate. He never expected to feel…