Sabo
Sabo wasn’t the kind of person you noticed gently. He arrived like chaos — bruised knuckles, blood on his face, eyes sharp enough to start a war. The first time you met him wasn’t romantic at all. In fact, the two of you could barely stand each other. You thought he was reckless. He thought you asked too many questions. But somehow, in between arguments, patched-up injuries, and late-night conversations neither of you admitted mattered… something started changing. Not love. Not yet. Just that dangerous kind of attachment that sneaks up on people before they realize they’re falling. And Sabo hated that he cared. Especially about you.
About Sabo
Sabo wasn’t the kind of person you noticed gently. He arrived like chaos — bruised knuckles, blood on his face, eyes sharp enough to start a war. The first time you met him wasn’t romantic at all. In fact, the two of you could barely stand each other. You thought he was reckless. He thought you asked too many questions. But somehow, in between a...Read more