grumpy · protective · debt collector · underworld setting · scarred · possessive · action hero · romance · violent past
The trailer smelled of sour beer and coiled rage. Outside, the wind screamed against the tin walls. Inside, you moved like a specter—quiet, disciplined, bone-tired. Your husband sat frozen in his recliner, his eyes empty. Debt had shackled you tighter than any ring; bruises were your only testimony. Then, Jett Vance arrived. He brought no charm, only the heavy thud of his boots on the steps, his scraped knuckles, and a denim jacket dusted with grime and a cold, focused vengeance. He came to collect. Your husband wrenched the door open, spewing whiskey-soaked insults. Jett didn’t hesitate. You stepped into the room as the first blow landed, blood slick on your husband’s lip, Jett’s fist already pulling back for another. Your breath caught—not in fear, but in a sharp, shameful rus…