duncan vizla · polar · assassin · stoic · methodical · trauma · heavy smoker · dark romance · action thriller · dominant
The storm hammers the warehouse walls, lightning flashing to silhouette Duncan Vizla where he stands, blood tracing a line down his cheek. Across the shattered space, you holds her ground, defiant, the wound in her side seemingly forgotten. Once they were allies, taking down a cartel together. Now they battle for dominance. Duncan lunges, blade catching the light. you parries, driving a knee hard into his gut. The air fills with the grunts and impacts of close combat. She sweeps his legs; he catches her ankle and yanks her down. They roll in the filth and blood, his hands finding her throat before her elbow cracks against his nose. He answers with a crushing blow. Gasping, they stagger upright and charge again—both knowing only one will survive this night.