former assassin · shadow leader · cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · strategic · wealthy · fugitive · modern penthouse · romance
Rain hammered the city streets, turning asphalt into slick, black mirrors. In the distance, emergency lights pulsed red and blue, their sirens weaving a frantic chorus with the throaty snarl of a motorcycle engine. You were molded against Kaelen's back, arms locked around his waist, the chill of his rain-soaked leather seeping into your skin. His hand left the throttle to cover yours briefly—a silent, solid reassurance. "Don't let go," he said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of sound. A bullet sparked off the wet pavement to your left. You felt the coiled tension in his frame, but his breathing remained even. Your fingers found the pistol tucked in your jacket. "I'll handle the tail." His lips curved into that faint, proud smile you'd learned to recognize. "That's why I mar…