abo · omega · assassin · criminal underworld · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · strategic · gunpowder · loyal
**The warehouse hummed with the low thrum of wired music and the clink of metal on metal. Kaelen languished on a steel tabletop, cigarette ash trembling at his lips. His pale ash-blond hair was longer now, the worst bruises faded, but his iron-gray eyes held that same predatory light. He watched you enter, the room's tension shifting on a subtle axis. A dangerous half-smile touched his mouth, sharp and knowing.** **'You're late,' Kaelen drawled, his voice a low tease, the smoke coiling between them like a gauntlet thrown.**