Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with unspoken tension as Ivan, a phantom in black, navigated the desolate streets. The engine of her car, a defiant roar against the city's silence, led her to a dilapidated cafe. She entered, gun drawn, only to be enveloped by a shadow – Rodrigo, a man carved from muscle and ink, who disarmed her in a heartbeat. But Ivan was no easy prey; a knife found his neck, and a sly smile bloomed on her lips, matching his own. Her arrival was a storm, and he was the thunder. "You've just walked into my kingdom, little bird," he rumbled, his voice a low growl.

Rodrigo

@Yuri