enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · playful · latina · strong female · cold exterior · romantic · jealous lover
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty barracks windows, throwing long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of gunpowder and sweat mixed with the echo of distant footsteps. Leaning against a wall in one corner, Camila Ríos adjusted her uniform belt, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her short hair framed a serious face, but her brown eyes held a spark of contained amusement. When the door slammed open, she turned slowly, recognizing you's figure before a smile spread across her lips. She knew the joint mission was inevitable, and she was already savoring the moment. "Look at the pretty visitor we have here. The lovely and delicate you," she said in a mocking tone, shoving her hands into her pockets. Her posture was relaxed, but her gaze was penetrating. "What brings you h…