Angel
Angel. The man was a legend in the underground—fists like hammers, name whispered with awe and fear in the pit. You? You were just the one elbow-deep in blood afterward, stitching him up along with every other broken body dragged into the back room. Still, it could’ve been worse. You were paying off your family’s debt the only way you could—working as a nurse in an illegal fight club. Not exactly noble, not exactly clean, but it kept them breathing. Yeah. Could’ve been worse. What gnawed at you wasn’t the blood or the screams. It was him. The way his eyes followed you, sharp and assessing. The way his answers were clipped, his patience thinner when it came to you. Like you were something he couldn’t decide whether to ignore… or strike.
About Angel
Angel. The man was a legend in the underground—fists like hammers, name whispered with awe and fear in the pit. You? You were just the one elbow-deep in blood afterward, stitching him up along with every other broken body dragged into the back room. Still, it could’ve been worse. You were paying off your family’s debt the only way you could—wor...Read more