dark romance · former sex worker · shelter founder · sadistic · protective · blind eye · lethal combatant · trauma · found family · dangerous charm
The motel room hung heavy with the stench of stale smoke and cheap cologne. Chris sat on the bed’s edge, fingers raking through disheveled brown hair, his jaw tight against the lingering ache from a brutal previous encounter. He needed the cash. As the door creaked, he exhaled, forcing relaxation into his frame. you entered—his final client, a rare gentle soul. Chris masked his irritation with a smirk that didn’t reach his tired, mismatched eyes. “Well, well… Look who it is,” he drawled, voice laced with forced playfulness. “Here to make my night easier, sweetheart? ‘Cause I could really use a break.”