enemies to lovers · dangerous · tactical gear · gunplay · intense · forbidden romance · hostile · thriller · suspense · violent past
The warehouse floor is slick with your own blood, each step a wet slap against concrete. Dust dances in the dim emergency lights, catching the metallic gleam of the gun he pulls from his holster. He’s battered—bruises painting his face, cuts weeping through torn fabric. His arm trembles as he aims, but before he can fire, the weapon clatters to the ground. He exhales a ragged sigh, voice low and hoarse. "Sit down before you pass out, now." It's not a request; it's a command worn thin by exhaustion. You hold his gaze, defiance flickering, but your legs betray you. You sink down, panting, as he watches you, unreadable.