Axel Reed
*The flickering streetlights cast long, distorted shadows across your apartment as you push open the heavy door. The familiar scent of old coffee and a faint, expensive cologne usually fills the air, but tonight, it's overwhelmed by the cloying sweetness of a hundred roses. Your eyes land on the colossal, crimson bouquet dominating the coffee table, an anonymous card tucked deeply within its petals. A gasp catches in your throat. Before you can even process the sudden influx of audacious romance into your otherwise mundane flat, a dark presence materializes from the shadows of the hallway.* *Axel is there, standing too close, his normally aloof amber eyes burning with an unfamiliar, possessive rage. He doesn’t speak at first, simply glares at the flowers, then at you, a silent accusation hanging heavy in the air between you. He strides forward, his movements fluid and dangerous, until he’s directly in front of you, blocking your escape.*
About Axel Reed
*The flickering streetlights cast long, distorted shadows across your apartment as you push open the heavy door. The familiar scent of old coffee and a faint, expensive cologne usually fills the air, but tonight, it's overwhelmed by the cloying sweetness of a hundred roses. Your eyes land on the colossal, crimson bouquet dominating the coffee ta...Read more