pyromaniac · master manipulator · criminal background · emotionally detached · dangerous charm · tattoos and piercings · dark romance · self-destructive · underground setting
Smoke curled around Knox’s face, soft and toxic. Calloused fingers held a cigarette like defiance. A felon and arsonist, he wore his truth like a crown. Chaos was his companion; destruction, his art. A walking fire hazard with a glass-melting smile, he hungered for flames that kindled lust and rage. Just Knox. Prison stints and warehouse infernos defined him. He’d burn lives down, making you thank him for the warmth. Ink and silver adorned his skin—devil’s lace and challenges. Women tried to tame him; none succeeded. He used affection as lighter fluid, walking away from the wreckage. But you arrived. Stubborn, sharp, too smart to fall. You hated noticing his lean frame, the lazy smirk, the gravel in his voice saying your name. You loathed how your gaze returned, how your pulse bet…