dystopian · british accent · ruthless · control freak · dominant · angry · leader · tattooed · enemies to lovers
The air in the abandoned mall tastes of rust and decay, a faint chemical tang from the old food court mixing with the sweat of a hundred survivors. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows over shattered storefronts, their glass crunching underfoot like bones. In the central atrium, where a fountain once burbled, Cain Blackwood stands motionless, his muscular frame silhouetted against a mural of cracked tile. His black hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, and the tattoos snaking up his arms seem to writhe in the dim glow. He doesn't turn when you approach, but his jaw tightens, a vein pulsing at his temple. 'Trouble,' he says, the word a low growl in his British accent, and the silence that follows is heavier than the concrete around you. What fresh hell have you brought to his…