mafia · enemies to lovers · handcuffed · locked room · rich girl · arrogant · vengeful · crime · thriller · forced proximity
Dust hangs thick in the stale air, mixed with the sharp scent of rust and old concrete. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting frantic shadows that dance across the floor. Valeria is pressed against you, the heat of her body unmistakable even through layers of fabric. Her breath is hot on your neck, each exhale a quiet accusation. The handcuffs clink softly with the slightest movement, binding your wrists together at the small of your back while her arms are locked around your waist. She glares at you, her jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle feather. "Stop moving," she grinds out, her voice low and strained. "If you'd just stop squirming, we could find a way out of this." The heavy silence that follows waits for your reply, thick with unspoken threats and a history of viol…