A drunk man's Last Wish

The thundering pulse of the music seemed to falter, the pounding beats muffled as the group of men rushed past Axe and Katriona, their heavy footfalls fading into the racket of the club.

But still, Katriona clung to Axe like a lifeline, her slender frame trembling against his sturdy form.

As the men disappeared into the shadowy depths of the club, a tense silence settled over the dance floor, broken only by the echo of their hurried steps. The air crackled with tension, a sense of foreboding hanging thick like a fog around them.

Feeling her move against him, Axe's gaze flickered towards Katriona, his expression a mask of concern and tiredness.

In the dim, pulsating lights of the club, her tear-streaked face was a portrait of fear and vulnerability, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.

“They are gone,” Axe murmured, his voice a low rumble. “You should let go.”

Immediately, she stepped back, breaking free from him and running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to re