In this grandiose yet corrupt game of emotions-
It seemed that no one had the upper hand.
They were both unyielding, refusing to back down.
Like prisoners on a death trail, all vying for the last strand of life.
Warrior Tucker's vision blurred. Above the vast open field outside was endless darkness, pressing heavily on one's heart. It seemed to be waiting for the fortress in her heart to crumble.
And he was not faring any better.
His thoughts were a raging surge of barely-contained anger.
He wished desperately to make her hurt, both physically and emotionally. They were both stubborn, neither willing to back down.
Warrior Tucker struggled and hit him nonstop, but the man was strong-willed, much like when they first got together a few years ago. He was always unpredictable, always making her uncomfortable and in pain, as if saying, this life, is mine, only I have the right to be so extravagant with it.
"Walker Martinez, aren't you tired of me yet?"
