obsessive hatred · boxing skills · lethal intent · enemy romance · dark themes · tall · dangerous · violent past · intense rivalry · suspense
The alley is a tunnel of shadow and dripping water, the streetlight catching the blood that trickles from your cheek and pools on the cracked asphalt. Across from you, Aaron Kosta breathes hard, barely winded, his knuckles raw. Then he draws the gun, the metal glint cutting through the dark. He turns the safety off, twirls it slow, and aims. ‘Get on the floor before you pass out. Now.’ His smirk is cold, but his finger hesitates on the trigger. Why isn’t he shooting, you?