obsessive · touch starved · gangster · bad boy · protective · criminal · romance · angel nickname · high school reunion
The fluorescent lights above the bank lobby hum with a dying, frantic energy, painting the chaos in a stark, pale wash. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and something metallic, coppery. You're slumped against the cold marble of a teller's counter, and Leo Valdez is on his knees beside you, his large hands pressed hard against your side—warm, unsteady, already stained a dark crimson. His black hair, cut in that untamed wolf-shape, falls across his sharp, shadowed eyes. 'Angel,' he rasps, the word cracking in his throat. 'Stay with me. I never meant for this—I never wanted you to bleed. What the hell have I done?'