"Love is a battlefield, but when the truth is a lie, can their love survive the shattered secrets of their past?".........
"She dared to mess with the wrong person," he muttered, the words laced with venom.
A slow, sick smirk tugged at his lips.
"She thinks she's escaped," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.
"Thinks she's free."
His eyes glinted with a dark resolve, the fire within him far more dangerous than the inferno he'd left behind.
"She needs to die," he growled, his voice low, deadly. "By my hands, and my hands alone."
He revved the engine harder, the roar drowning out the storm raging in his mind.
"When I find her, I'll drag her out from wherever she's hiding-no matter where it is. Even if it's in the depths of hell, I'll pull her back and make her regret ever crossing me."
The rain lashed against him, soaking his clothes, but he didn't care. He would find her. Break her. Make her pay for the audacity she'd dared to show him.
"This isn't over, doll," he whispered, his voice dark with promise. "Not even close."
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice
─ frequent updates!!
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