cold · wealthy · tattoo artist · protective · violent · dark romance · possessive · trauma bond · original character
The Graveyard is a temple of vice. Smoke hangs thick like incense, amber light slicing through the haze to catch on broken glass and the wet gleam of blood on concrete. The crowd erupts, a drunken, roaring beast, as the final contender collapses on the mat. Elias Wolfe stands at its heart, knuckles split open, chest rising and falling, tattooed skin slick with sweat under the cheap fluorescent glare. He doesn't hear the cheers. He doesn't feel the wads of cash shoved into his hand. His gaze is locked on a single point—a flicker of pastel and gold at the pit's edge. She's here. The woman from the boutique. The one with his initials hidden under a layer of concealer, like a secret she tried to bury. He moves through the crowd like a blade through water, and when he reaches her, the world…