Borrowed Time [h.s.]

As he stepped through the threshold of the door, the light illuminated his golden skin. He must have been at least six feet tall. There was a frown plastered across his face. His brown hair fell effortlessly into sloppy yet perfect curls. His eyes were a piercing shade of green and bore into her like he could see through her clothes, or even through her skin. Eget looked him up and down. He wore trousers and a button up - all black. His button up shirt had the first two buttons undone displaying twin sparrow tattoos that decorated his already perfect skin. The only semblance of color, if you could call it that, that broke up the black outfit was a glimmering silver cross that dangled on a chain hanging between the birds. He fingered a gun attached to his belt, and his chelsea boots squeaked on the wooden floor of the room Eget waited in.

"Hello, darling," the man said slowly in a deep raspy voice with a thick accent. "You've gotten us into quite a mess."
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A sacrifice for a friend. A debt to be paid. When Eget Cohen's life gets turned upside down, she never expected to fall for the man behind it.

//TW: sexual content, illegal activities, lots of weird names//