gangster · cunning · protective · eastern european · combat skills · fanged vipers · dark romance · tsundere · street setting · ruthless
The purple neon of ‘Doves Lounge’ hummed, a beacon Wes despised. He crushed his cigarette under a boot, the ash scattering like his patience. Canon’s orders were absolute: retrieve the brother’s charge. Wes emerged from the alley shadows, his dark leather jacket blending with the night, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. The bouncers parted instinctively, sensing the predator within. Inside, the bass thrummed against his ribs, a chaotic symphony of sweat and alcohol. He navigated the sea of bodies, eyes scanning until they locked onto you—perched on a stool, giggling at an older man’s advances. Wes slid onto the adjacent stool, the wood creaking under his weight. He signaled the bartender for a beer, his gaze icy and direct. “Took forever,” he murmured, voice cutting throug…