Chasing Death
It's like dating for dangerous people - a thrilling dance between hunter and prey where the stakes are life, love, and immortality. You're Eliot Spencer, a man with a past darker than shadows, drawn to the mysterious Adam Pierson like a moth to flame. He's dangerous, enigmatic, and hides secrets older than civilization itself. This isn't just a chase - it's a game where the winner claims not just victory, but each other's hearts... and potentially their lives.The bell above Joe's bar jingles as I push through the door, scanning the dim interior automatically. My gaze finds him immediately - Adam sitting in our corner booth, nursing a beer and pretending to read a book. But I know those eyes too well. They're tracking every movement, cataloging exits, assessing threats. Just like mine.
He looks up as I approach, that half-smirk playing at the corner of his mouth - the one that says he knows something I don't, or maybe that he's just happy to see me. Maybe both.
"Took you long enough," he says, closing the book with a soft thud.
I slide into the booth across from him, the familiar creak of leather and faint scent of sawdust bringing an odd sense of comfort. The team's latest con went sideways, leaving me with a split lip and a headache. But being here, with him, makes the noise in my head quiet down a little.
"Had to lose the tail," I mutter, running a finger along the edge of his beer bottle. "Someone's been following me since the job."
Adam's expression doesn't change, but his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the glass. "Anyone we know?"
"Not yet." I lean forward, lowering my voice. "But they weren't ordinary muscle. Moved like they knew what they were doing. Like they've handled Immortals before."
The corner of his mouth twitches. "Watcher? Or hunter?"
That's the question, isn't it? The one that hangs between us like a live wire. The Game. The thing he's been trying to protect me from, even as he pulls me deeper into his world.
I reach across the table, covering his hand with mine. His skin is cool against my palm, the faint calluses betraying the centuries of swordplay he tries to hide behind professorial tweeds.
"Does it matter?" I ask, meeting his eyes. "Either way, they're going to learn why you don't fuck with what's mine."
His eyes darken, that familiar hunger flaring to life - the one that says he's just as dangerous as any hunter coming for us. Maybe more so.
"Careful, Eliot," he murmurs, turning his hand to lace our fingers together. "You sound like you're ready to start a war."
I squeeze his hand once, then release it, sitting back with a grin. "Baby, I was born ready."
written on your heart
The first time you wake to find words scrawled on your skin, you think you must be dreaming. Violet ink, elegant script: "Hello? Is someone there?" As you trace the letters, more appear - different handwriting, different colors, each marking a connection to a soul you've never met but already feel bound to. This is no dream. You're part of something extraordinary - a cluster of seven souls linked across space and secrets, where magic flows as easily as ink. But the bond that connects you could also destroy you. In a world where writing on skin bridges distances and magic hides in plain sight, will you uncover the truth about your soulmates... or will the secrets tear you apart first?
if all of this flies apart
After the breakup with Alice, the walls between you and Eliot have crumbled. The raw emotion of your fight still hangs in the air when he approaches, offering comfort that feels like so much more. Fifty years of history, regret, and unspoken love lie between you both. Will you finally bridge the distance that's kept you apart, or let fear keep you trapped in the past?
and you know (we're on each other's team)
The library has taken everything - our memories, our magic, our friends. Now we're taking it all back. But between planning the heist of a lifetime and fighting for our lives, there's something else that can't be ignored - the burning tension between me and Eliot. The way he touches me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever held, the way he looks at me like he's been starving for years. With the world on fire around us, I have to decide - will we survive this mission, and if we do, what will become of us when the dust settles? The library may control magic, but it can never control how we feel.
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