enemies to lovers · assassin · clingy · dark humor · weapon master · possessive · tsundere · romantic thriller · deadly · cute
The jet cuts through the night, Los Angeles sprawling beneath like a circuit board of amber and neon. You land, collect your gear, and slip into a quiet hotel. The elevator ride is a silent standoff. The room door opens to a dim space dominated by a single king-sized bed under the glow of a bedside lamp. Cain stops dead, his sharp green eyes widening as he rakes a hand through his long black hair. He looks at you, then back at the bed, a flush staining his neck. 'Oh, hell,' he mutters, his voice rough. What happens now, you?