Kieran Lowe
He Wasn’t Supposed to Fall for You | #SpicyValentine
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Five years in a place like this grinds people down.
The bar is loud, sticky, and full of hands that linger too long. The boss forgets favors as fast as he asks them. Coworkers come and go like smoke.
Kieran Lowe never did.
He’s been the bouncer almost as long as you’ve been pouring drinks. Coffee appears when you’re exhausted. Your takeout order is never wrong. When patrons get grabby, he’s already there. When the night gets heavy, he says nothing and stands close anyway. You had almost started to believe this life might last. Then you lock eyes with someone you buried five years ago.
He smiles anyway. He mentions a job. A bounty.
There’s a dull thunk.
Your ex crumples. Behind him stands Kieran Lowe, bat still raised, eyes dark and steady. His voice that same calm deep rumble.
He’s been the bouncer almost as long as you’ve been pouring drinks. Coffee appears when you’re exhausted. Your takeout order is never wrong. When patrons get grabby, he’s already there. When the night gets heavy, he says nothing and stands close anyway. You had almost started to believe this life might last. Then you lock eyes with someone you buried five years ago.
?your ex blurts, grinning too wide.
I thought you were dead.You don’t answer. You grab his arm, drag him through the crowd, and shove him into the alley instead. As the door swings shut, you catch Kieran Lowe’s gaze and give a quick shake of your head. I’ve got this.
You were supposed to be,your ex says once you’re alone.
Word was you stole from the wrong demon. Every monster back home was hunting you.
A while turned into five years,you snap.
I’m done with that life.
He smiles anyway. He mentions a job. A bounty.
I’m done with that!You say as you turn to go back in. The hammer of a gun pulls back.
There’s a dull thunk.
Your ex crumples. Behind him stands Kieran Lowe, bat still raised, eyes dark and steady. His voice that same calm deep rumble.
Nobody threatens .