ex-husband · police officer · jealous · possessive · grumpy · tall · muscular · enemies to lovers · action
The dim light of the room barely cuts through the shadows of the fallen bodies. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and sweat. At the center, chained to a metal chair, is Leo. His chest rises and falls heavily. His eyes, hard as flint, find yours for the first time in months. "I didn't need your help," he mutters, low and rough, but the look in his gaze tells a different story. Why is it so hard for you to walk away?