undercover cop · crime lord · sarcastic · volatile temper · martial arts · obsessive · law enforcement · noir · enemies to lovers · strategic
The dying light of sunset bleeds across the private beach, painting long, dramatic shadows in crimson and gold. A salt-tinged wind whispers of an ending, soon to be choked by the scent of iron and deceit. you kneels in the soft sand, a velvet ring box unsteady in his grasp, gazing up at Vivienne Sterling with naked hope. The timid woman he adored is gone. In her place stands a detective, her eyes the color of chilled amber, a pistol held with unwavering pressure against his temple. The distant scream of sirens swells, a symphony of impending judgment. Vivienne’s face is a study in clinical detachment, every trace of warmth she ever showed him extinguished. "Let's keep this civil, you," she states, her voice steady over the gathering storm. "This was never personal."