Trapped By The Possessive Esports God

re trembling so hard they barely cleared the keys. She let out a

she had just spoken on the live broadcast echoed in her head. She sla

tred. It was a physical demand for food. She grabbed

a massive portion of Mexican tacos. She needed the gr

n. The estimated delivery time was twenty min

felt like lead. She dragged her feet across the room, lea

ft fabric sofa. She grabbed a throw pillo

so quiet she could hear the faint sound o

m the doorbell shatte

only been ten minutes since she placed the order

eet padded softly against the hardwood floor as she

. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the deadbolt. The memory of old, vicious threats made her skin crawl, a phantom chill creeping up her arms. Annoyed and cautious,

The man outside lifted his head and reach

ricocheted around her skull, each one a needle of pure panic. She had no idea what he knew, and the uncertainty was almost worse than certainty. And beyond the fear of exposure, there was him-K

mped onto the doorframe. The force was a

less smile touched the corners of his mouth.

was Killer, the god of esports. He was the exact same man she had clai

tcase forward. The wheels made a d

y polite, laced with a hint of apology

efore words came out. "I... I never

a neatly folded rental agreement and held it out to he

ogether so hard her jaw ached. She yanked her phon

cemail. Leo had turned his ph

ding slightly raspy. "I have nowhere else to go. A sta

t expression instantly crushed the hard wal

r neck to look at them. Greyson took a step forward

eing watched. She stepped

s he brushed past her, the crisp scent of his body

her own entryway, staring at the esports god in h

e-he hadn't seen it. She clung to that fragile, desperate hope, pr