Chapter 1: Introduction
The city pulses wild and alive, throbbing energy and life, glowing neon and streetlamp-lit darkness.
Cool air gusts, tussling with grime embracing old walls, the grooves holding secrets, stories, whispers, and murmurs of late-night vagrants. The whiskey-drenched bar, blending its nefarious stench with the aroma of suspect meatball subs, breathes out a cocktail of smells into the street.
Mirko, the mysterious and alluring figure, white hair cascading down to her toned shoulders—her angular frame illuminated by the blinking blue lights of a pawnshop—stands, catching her breath, heart beating at a sprint, after another victorious face-off with a menacing villain.
As she attempts to steady herself Mirko gasps feeling another pang of heat hit her from deep within “fucking heat” she growls as she stands up on shaky legs if she didn’t find something or someone to help with this soon she wouldn’t be able to keep doing her heroics.
From the darkness, Alex emerges, instantly noticed by Mirko, who can’t help but feel her body temperature spike a teeny bit more. She curses under her breath.
Alex, tall and muscular, with such a commanding presence that the mere sight of him can make people swoon, leans against the grimy brick wall. those gorgeous dimples and that captivating smile just only added to this aura.
She could never resist how utterly charming and irresistible he could be. Her heart would flutter in every run-in they had with one another and heat would wash over her skin as her body responded to him way before she’d even have a chance to speak with him.
"Mirko you seem not very put together for a hero” he ranted smirking as he approaches placing a hand on her chin and tiliting her head op to look into his eyes. “Oh I’ve seen that look before on people you’re in heat aren’t you Mirko” he asks smirking