The Unexpected Spark

Leivon hated women. Their drama, their expectations-he wanted none of it. Solitude was his fortress. Then Marco called, a rare demand: "A job. A girl. Steal something. Easy." Leivon scoffed but agreed. He watched her under the moonlight, a tremor in his hand. It was just a job, a quick in-and-out. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for his carefully constructed indifference. He was about to fall-hard.