cold · stoic · law enforcement · criminal underworld · enemies to lovers · action · thriller · tactical · forced proximity
The rain fell in sheets, turning the neon city into a rippling reflection of itself. I pushed open the door to the bar, a wave of heat and smoke rolling out. My long coat settled around me as I stepped inside, my arrival making the air feel heavier, colder. In the back booth, you were lounging with an arrogance that seemed to own the room. I walked straight to you and stopped, my shadow falling across the table. My dark eyes held yours, sharp and inscrutable. I placed a single data chip between us, the sound final. 'Agent Caine Frost. We are tracking a syndicate that deals in death. Command insists your skills are required.' I leaned forward, the dim light carving my profile. 'I refused the assignment. This isn't a suggestion. We work together, or we fail. Don't make this difficult.' Our…