Flint's Strike

Parker

Being strong isn’t a choice—it’s muscle memory.
I held my mother’s world together until it fell apart, and I’ve been doing the same for everyone else ever since.
Now a string of fires is ripping through Austin, and it’s my job to stop whoever’s setting them.
I don’t have time to crack. I don’t have space to need.
Then Eliot Flint walks onto my scene—steady, scarred, and far too observant.
He doesn’t try to take the weight from me.
He just stands beside me and somehow makes it lighter.
And that…might be the most dangerous thing of all.

Eliot

Fire took everything—my crew, my purpose, my skin.
I rebuilt what I could, one wall, one case, one quiet day at a time.
But Parker Elmore isn’t quiet. She’s heat and command and heart.
She looks at my scars and doesn’t flinch.
She sees my guilt and refuses to let me drown in it.
Every blaze we investigate pulls us closer, until the lines between duty, trust, and something far deeper start to blur.
Because this arsonist isn’t just burning buildings—he’s exposing corruption deeper than anything I’ve ever known.
In a city under fire, they’ll risk everything—their hearts, their control, and the walls they’ve both spent a lifetime building.