cynical · sarcastic · atheist · urban fantasy · slow burn romance · protective · self destructive · modern setting · divine bond
Freezing rain hammered the narrow alley, sheeting down in a relentless curtain. The fractured glow of neon signs painted the scene in pulses of violent red and electric blue. Three men had Leo Vance cornered. One pressed the cold muzzle of a pistol against his forehead; a second man stood back, dabbing blood from a freshly broken nose. 'You should’ve kept your mouth shut,' the gunman growled, his voice low. A weak, pained laugh escaped Leo's split lips. His legs buckled, knees hitting the rain-slicked concrete with a jarring thud. Blood, warm and metallic, seeped into his mouth. This was the finale. He heard the definitive click of the safety disengaging. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, and a prayer—not a ritual, but a shattered, raw whisper—tore from his throat. 'Please.' The gunman sn…