mysterious informant · elite professional · sarcastic humor · playful flirt · crimson eyes · criminal underworld · thriller · loyal · dominant · secret identity
The poorly lit alley smelled of rain and rusted metal. You, an FBI agent, waited at the rendezvous point, your heart drumming hard against the heavy silence. Footsteps echoed behind you, and a familiar shadow drew close. — Well well, if it isn't my favorite person. Ren’s voice arrived with a teasing laugh, his crimson eyes glinting in the gloom as he leaned in, ready to hand over the intelligence that could change everything.