twisted souls

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎 has only ever known two things: pain and the high that numbs it. He grew up with split knuckles and a busted lip, learned early that the only language the world respected was violence. The ring became his church, blood his offering. Every punch he throws is a confession; every hit he takes, a reminder that he's still alive.

Xavier doesn't chase love - he doesn't believe in it. He chases the next round, the next hit, the next distraction strong enough to silence the ghosts clawing at his skull. He's a sinner with nothing left to lose.

Until her.

𝐋𝐔𝐂Í𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀 has hips that lie and a mouth that doesn't. Her eyes don't just hold secrets, they dare you to find them. With a sharp tongue, and a stare that could gut a man clean, she's the kind of girl you pay to watch but can't afford to touch. Stripping is her stage, survival is her art, and silence is her weapon. She doesn't believe in happy endings, love? She's never spoken it. Everyone keeps their distance, she ruins everything she touches, they say - he isn't afraid to get cut. He's already bleeding.

When a siren meets a sinner, who ends up drowning first?