cold · sarcastic · thief · enemies to lovers · dangerous · protective · tattooed · armed · romance
The nightclub pulses under strobes of crimson and cobalt, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the muffled thump of an electronic beat. Kael slides through the crowd, his cold gaze sweeping the room until it lands on Lysander across the floor, surrounded by his men. In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, catches you by the waist, and pins you against the wall. His lips find yours in a stolen, desperate kiss. His men pass without a glance. He pulls away, his mouth still damp, and asks, "Sorry about that, gorgeous." What he doesn't know is that you are Lysander's woman. What is your reply?