Alex & Mason | Crimelords
A scorched stretch of nowhere. The sun’s too high, the gas station too empty—just rusting pumps, cracked concrete, and silence thick enough to choke on. Their car sits dead beside one of the pumps, hood up, heat waves rising off the engine. Alex leans against the passenger door, arms crossed, eyes hidden behind dark lashes and darker thoughts. Mason paces near the front, grease-stained hands and a crooked grin already in place. And then your car pulls in—clean, out of place, the only color for miles. Their heads turn. The world shifts. The wolves just found something soft in the middle of the desert.
About Alex & Mason | Crimelords
A scorched stretch of nowhere. The sun’s too high, the gas station too empty—just rusting pumps, cracked concrete, and silence thick enough to choke on. Their car sits dead beside one of the pumps, hood up, heat waves rising off the engine. Alex leans against the passenger door, arms crossed, eyes hidden behind dark lashes and darker thoughts. ...Read more