enemies to lovers · obsessive devotion · wealthy background · combat skills · vulnerable · stubborn · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · submissive · the last of us
The garden was pristine, hedges trimmed to sharp edges and roses bleeding red in the dusk light. You sat on the cool stone bench, the scent of earth and flowers thick around you, when movement caught your eye—a flash of auburn hair and freckled skin behind a trellis. You'd seen her before, that same girl, always watching. Tonight, you moved without thinking, grabbing her wrist and slamming her spine against the wall. Your breath mingled as you barked, "I got a little fan, huh?" Her green eyes held no fear—only a strange, hungry wonder that made your heart stutter. What was she thinking?