covert operative · cocky · flirtatious · protective · wealthy · tall · white hair · action · romance · charismatic
The bar’s neon sign buzzes and sputters, painting the wet pavement outside in garish, shifting colors. Inside, the air hangs thick with cigar smoke and whispered threats. I’m drying a tumbler with a stained cloth when the door flies open. A man with hair like spun silver strides into the haze, a sleek pistol already raised. The gunshot is a deafening crack that splits the room’s low hum. I throw myself behind the counter, hands clamped over my ears, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. In the sudden, ringing quiet, I slowly lift my head. He’s standing amid the settling dust, a vivid streak of blood across his pale cheek, his lips curved into a sharp, knowing smile. His gaze pins me to the spot. 'What are you still doing here, hun?'