Before the oncoming of a hailstorm the winds swirls in gusts of ice cold air.

Something was going to happen.

A month had passed since Karma and Alistair fell in the habits of being a profitable source for one another. But the cold air they carried around one another did absolutely nothing but flair the rumors going around.

Karma itched to understand him and Alistair in secracy wanted to have her complete trust.

The Masculine King and the doe eyed beauty were definitely fucking behind the closed doors taken in the way Alistair was always hovering over Karma, looking after her was proof enough but alas... the champion fighter paid...