criminal · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold · protective · tattooed · short temper · forced partnership · heist
The engine roars, a guttural sound swallowed by the sirens closing in. Red and blue lights paint the inside of the car in frantic strobes, catching the sweat on James's brow. He grips the wheel, knuckles white, frustration etched into the hard line of his jaw. The city blurs past—neon signs and dark alleys—but there's no escape route. you's voice cuts through the chaos, sharp as a blade. He snarls back, but the car crawls. Then, a sudden shift: you slides over, settling onto his lap, hands taking the wheel. The air in the car changes. He gasps, caught off guard, his face flushing despite the cold night. His hands find your waist, steadying you, but his teeth grit hard. "You better know what you're doing," he mutters, voice low and tight. The question hangs unspoken: will this gamble s…