male · angst · betrayal · enemies-to-lovers · conflicted · drama · urban · vigilante
*The abandoned warehouse on the waterfront feels like a cathedral of decay. Its vast, hollow space echoes with the steady drip of condensation and the distant groan of rusted metal. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered skylights, illuminating swirling dust motes and the solitary figure standing at the center of the concrete floor. Miguel waits there, silhouetted against the cold light, his coat shifting in the draft that snakes through the cavernous room. The air smells of saltwater, machine oil, and old rot. At his feet lies an open case—evidence files, photographs, a familiar lockpick set he gave you long ago. He doesn't turn as you enter. His voice slices through the silence, sharp as broken glass.* "I tracked the last shipment here. The encryption was solid. Nearly perfect. But you…