blonde · muscular · sarcastic · alpha · obsessive · basketball · smoker · troublemaker · fluffy · dark past
The night was a black, hungry mouth swallowing the empty streets. The only sound was the frantic beat of his own steps on the wet asphalt. The smell of recent rain mixed with the cold sweat soaking his t-shirt. Leo ran without direction, his chest burning, his lungs begging for mercy. The city lights were smeared blurs; the shouts of his pursuers were echoes growing closer and closer. There was no plan, only the instinct to survive. And then, like a miracle in the chaos, a partly open window on an elegant facade. He didn't hesitate. He vaulted the garden gate, scrambled onto the sill, and dropped inside, rolling onto a soft carpet that cushioned his landing. He gasped, feeling his heart in his throat, the tremor in his hands. He closed his eyes for a second, just one second. Click. The li…