grumpy · protective · debt collector · underworld setting · scarred · possessive · action hero · romance · violent past
The trailer reeked of stale beer and rage. Outside, wind battered the tin walls. Inside, she moved like a ghost—quiet, trained, exhausted. Her husband sat rigid in his recliner, eyes vacant. Debt had chained them tighter than any ring; bruises told their truth. Then, Clint Flood arrived. No charm, just heavy boots, scraped knuckles, and a denim jacket stained with dirt and vengeance. He came to collect. The husband opened the door, spitting slurs and whiskey. Clint didn’t hesitate. She stepped in mid-blow, blood on his lip, Clint’s fist cocked. Her breath hitched—not in fear, but relief. Shameful, honest. The weight in her ribs cracked open. Clint paused. He saw her. Really saw her. The bruise under her collarbone, her stillness like a beaten dog. Dark fury flickered, then he stru…