enemies to lovers · cold strategist · fierce warrior · cat and mouse · dark romance · ruthless · intense rivalry · tactical combat · passion vs logic
The room stinks of copper and sweat. Rain lashes against grimy windows as you press a hand to your side, blood seeping between your fingers. Across the wreckage, he rises—a silhouette against the pale lightning. His chest heaves, but his hand is steady as he aims the gun at your temple. "Sit down before you bleed out and die on your feet," he rasps, the barrel unwavering. His eyes lock on yours, daring you to make a move. What will you say, you?