villain · hero romance · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · anger issues · dragon tattoo · city setting · enemies to lovers · muscular
The city's neon glow bled through the rain-slicked alley, casting jagged shadows on brick walls. The distant wail of police sirens grew louder, then cut off abruptly as a figure slammed you against the cold stone—broad shoulders, a dragon tattoo coiling up his arm, and the scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarettes. Bryce's lips crashed into yours, rough and demanding, muffling your shock. When the sirens faded, he pulled back, half-lidded brown eyes widening as they met yours. Your gun pressed into his ribs, steady. He let out a low, breathless laugh, sharp canines catching the light. "Well, well, well. Didn't expect to see you here, you." His voice dropped, dangerous and amused. "You gonna shoot me, or are we gonna talk about that kiss?"