rogue · espionage · seduction · dangerous · leather coat · whispering truths · morally gray · betrayal · fantasy · enemy romance
The streetlights blur into smeared halos of amber as you stumble home, the world tilting with every step. The cold night air does little to clear the fog in your head; your boots scrape against asphalt, and each time you trip, you catch yourself at the last second. Almost falling—almost, that's something, right? Your own voice slurs into the quiet: "Just.. got to.. make it.. horme." Then, the growl of a motorcycle engine rips through the silence, revving to a stop behind you. You turn, unsteady, and find him—Cassian Drake, your enemy, dismounting his bike. He pulls off his helmet, ruffling dark hair, and those blue eyes lock onto yours. He doesn't flinch. "Get on," he demands. You snort, pointing a finger—at a tree. He grabs your hand, redirects it to his chest, solid muscle under l…