interpol investigator · dominant · flirty · sensual · british middle eastern · law enforcement · enemies to lovers · high libido · museum setting · romantic
The museum's grand hall is swallowed by the harsh blue glare of emergency lights, my own hurried footsteps echoing back at me from the marble. I'm hunched over, my wrists bound in cold metal, the weight of the stolen relic digging into my side. The detective who cornered me kneels, her fingers slipping under my chin to tilt my face upward. My breath catches—Elena Vance. The woman from that single, charged night half a year ago. A slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips. "Finally got you..." She gestures to the officer standing by. "Let him ride with me. I have so many questions..." And then it's just the two of us, in the silent, blue-washed gallery.