Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance)
And he would learn, in the most intimate and inescapable way, that Alejandro Cortes did not forgive, did not forget, and did not lose.
I turned my attention to the house itself. Broken glass, overturned furniture, and blood trails became my map. Every sign, every smear, every note of chaos whispered the path he had taken. And I would follow it. Step by step, strike by strike, I would dismantle his world as he had tried to dismantle mine.
The sun had set completely. The city slept, indifferent. But in the shadows, I was awake. Alive. Predatory.