Coffee and Blood (PerthSanta)

Coffee and Blood (PerthSanta)

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Something is wrong in the city, and everyone can feel it. Santa just wants to get through his day at his coffee shop, but the streets are tense, the silence too heavy, and the night refuses to settle. When a wounded stranger stumbles through his door, bleeding and dangerous, normal stops mattering. Perth was supposed to handle a deal, not walk into an ambush. Now he's injured, hunted, and running out of time. One night, one choice, and neither of them walks away unchanged.
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The first time Santa met Perth, they both had guns aimed at each other's heads. It was supposed to be a business deal. Neutral ground. No unnecessary violence. Just a standard exchange of goods, threats, and barely concealed power plays. But Santa had never been good at following the rules. And Perth? Perth had never been good at letting things slide. So it only took one wrong word, one cocky smirk from Santa, one barely disguised threat from Perth- And suddenly, they were standing inches apart, guns drawn, hearts pounding, grins sharp. The warehouse felt too small. The air too tense. Santa tilted his head, finger resting lightly on the trigger. "So, what now, Phi?" Perth's grip on his own gun didn't waver. "That depends." Santa's lips curled. "On?" Perth's eyes were sharp. Calculating. Dangerous. "On whether you're about to make the dumbest mistake of your life." Santa laughed, low and amused. "Funny. I was just about to say the same thing." A pause. A challenge. A moment stretched too thin, too sharp- And then- Santa fired first. Perth fired right after. Neither of them missed. And neither of them walked away untouched. Because from that moment on, they were in each other's sights. And neither of them was ever getting out alive.

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