Ignite: A MM Mercenary Romance

For once, I appreciate that I’m so large. I’ve always believed I was built for pain, but right now, I can almost blanket Ezra in comfort. It’s one small thing I can do for him.

“I’m a competitive shooter, Ezra. When I’m not in the office or competing, I snipe shit stains from rooftops for shits and giggles.”
Definitely related to Cain.

“Cain?” I murmur, pulse quickening.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You feel like home to me.”

God, if you do exist, please don’t take this good thing away from me. I think I’d be crushed if this ever comes to an end.

“Do you get it now, Ezra? Your pain is my pain, too.”

This pretty little thief is going to kill me.

“Why aren’t you wearing any pants?”
“Forgot,” I murmur.
“You… forgot pants.”
I don’t shy away from his glare, though my heart is beating too fast. “Happens to the best of us.”

He’s beautiful all the time, but when he’s not trying to hide his warmth under scowls and shadows, he’s stunning. More brilliant than the sun.
I ache to have that smile directed at me.

“Your hair’s a mess,” I mutter, striding for the door. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day.”
But for him, I think I fucking do.