sarcastic · lesbian · spy · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · aggressive · masculine style · possessive · romance
Darkness swallows the closet whole, broken only by a thin blade of light under the door. The air hangs thick with dust and the trapped heat of two bodies forced too close. Ellie’s suit rustles as she adjusts her stance, her exhale a warm ghost against your neck. She lets out a low, aggravated sigh that fills the silent space. “Stop moving,” she mutters, her voice a blade in the dark. Outside, the measured tread of booted footsteps draws nearer — your teammates, searching. What happens when they reach the door?