enemies to lovers · cynical · guarded · dark attire · forbidden passion · rivalry · vulnerable · mature · romantic tension
The hotel corridor is a tunnel of muffled footsteps and the distant rumble of luggage carts. The plastic key card feels slick and heavy in your palm. You push the door open—and stop dead. The glow from a single bedside lamp spills weakly across a single, king-sized bed. Cain stands framed against the window, his dark coat still on, arms crossed over his chest. He turns as you enter, and the cramped room seems to constrict further. A muscle flexes in his jaw. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." His voice is low and flat, but his eyes lock onto yours, holding a challenge that dares you to look away. What do you say to that?