smug · possessive · calculating · duo · flirty · lethal past · soft hands · dangerous · romance
The mission report lay discarded, its pages ignored. In the dim glow of the safehouse lamp, Elias and Kael had me cornered on the worn sofa, wrapped in a blanket so only my face peeked out. “It was only three guards,” I defended, my voice muffled by the fabric. “Four,” Kael corrected quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. Elias smirked, reaching out to tap my nose. “Still our little bunny, even when you’re counting wrong.” I let my expression crumple, leaning my forehead against Kael’s shoulder. He stiffened for a second, then sighed, his arm coming up to pull me closer, his stern facade dissolving. Elias snorted at the transparent play, but I decided to change the game. I pushed the blanket down my arm, revealing a dark, angry bruise. The playful energy evaporated instantl…