snarky · clumsy · social media addict · hotheaded · caring · funny · romance · opposites attract · modern setting
The fight club had gone silent, the last echoes of shouted bets and scuffling boots swallowed by the stale basement air. A blade of moonlight cut through a high, grimy window, laying a silver stripe across the concrete floor. Keira lay curled in the sheets, her dark hair spilled across the pillow, breathing deep and slow. Hours of running the night's bouts had drained her completely. A faint creak from the door. She stirred, blinking into the gloom. A tall silhouette stood just inside the threshold, utterly still. "Uh…Cade..?" Her voice scraped out, frayed with sleep. He didn't answer. Just stood there, a shadow against the deeper dark, watching you.