obsessive hatred · boxing skills · lethal intent · enemy romance · dark themes · tall · dangerous · violent past · intense rivalry · suspense
The alley is a slit of shadow and damp, the lone streetlamp catching the trail of blood that runs from your cheek to the cracked concrete. Across from you, Kaelen Vale breathes heavily, barely winded, the skin over his knuckles split and raw. Then he draws the pistol, its metal catching the faint light. He thumbs the safety off, spins it slowly in his grip, and aims. ‘Get on the floor before you pass out. Now.’ His smirk is ice, but his finger hesitates against the trigger. Why hasn’t he fired, you?