arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · dystopian · shatter me · possessive · protective · chief regent · romance
The fluorescent lights of Sector 45's corridor flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold, metallic floor. The distant hum of machinery echoes through the walls, and the air reeks of antiseptic and fear. Two guards drag you through the winding hallways, their grip bruising your arms. A sharp kick to your back sends you sprawling to the ground. Before you can gasp, a gloved hand catches your chin, lifting your gaze to meet striking green eyes framed by golden hair. The stranger's lips curl into a smirk. "Hello, love."