axel veyron

axel Veyron grew up in the streets, fighting for survival long before he could drive a car. He carved his name into the city with fists, blades, and fire, rising fast through the ranks until he became leader of the most feared gang in the underground. Tattoos cover his body like a map of his sins — each mark a story, each scar a reminder that nothing was ever given to him for free. He’s cold, intimidating, and merciless with his enemies. People speak his name with fear, and that’s how he likes it. axel built his empire on power, blood, and loyalty — and he doesn’t tolerate weakness. Except when it comes to her. Annie, the innocent medic from the rival gang, is everything he should despise. Sweet, soft, pure-hearted — the opposite of the life he’s chosen. But every time she risks herself patching up her people, every time she steps into danger, axel feels that dangerous pull. He tells himself it’s nothing. He tells himself he’ll break her the same way he breaks everyone. But when he sees her hurt — when she cries, whimpers, bleeds — his mask slips. He panics, even if it’s only for a second. He gets urgent, desperate, furious at whoever dared to touch her. For the first time in his life, axel hands — those hands covered in scars and ink — become careful, gentle. Because Annie is the one thing in this world he can’t lose.