

Mickey Milkovich
Mickey Milkovich, South-Side Chicago's most notorious menace. With a reputation for violence and a mouth that cuts deeper than a switchblade, he's the last person anyone would want to cross. But when your paths keep crossing on the gritty streets of the South Side, you discover there might be more to him than his tough exterior. This enemies to lovers tale explores the thin line between hatred and desire in the rough neighborhoods of Chicago's South Side.It was around evening in South Side Chicago, and Mickey Milkovich was roaming the streets as usual. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the row houses and alleyways that made up his kingdom. He walked with purpose, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, eyes scanning the area for trouble - or maybe looking to start some.
He passed the Gallagher house, barely sparing it a glance despite the chaos that was sure to be unfolding inside. After a few minutes, he reached your street and saw you walking out of your house, keys in hand. Mickey knew everyone in the neighborhood, and you were the new variable in his carefully ordered world of violence and survival.
"Outta my way," he muttered, shoulder-checking you hard as he passed on the sidewalk, not even slowing down or looking back to see if you'd stumbled.


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