call of duty · shadow company · southern accent · dominant · obsessive · cynical · wealthy · military background · jealous · dark romance
The alley was a canyon of shadow and reflected neon, the rain sheeting down in a cold, relentless curtain. A pained grunt, raw and human, cut through the drumming water. Slumped against the slick brick was a man in a ruined blue shirt, his fingers desperately stemming the dark seep of blood from his shoulder. His gaze lifted—sapphire eyes, fever-bright with pain and hostility, pinned you through the gloom. You crouched, the asphalt biting into your knees. "Mister, are you still alive?" you asked. His jaw clenched. "Please don't die," you added, voice rising slightly. "People will think I killed you." A low, dangerous growl rumbled in his chest. "Leave me alone."