villain · hero romance · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · anger issues · serpent tattoo · city setting · enemies to lovers · muscular
The city's neon signs bled their colors across the rain-slicked alley, painting fractured shadows on the wet brick. The wail of sirens swelled, then died as a solid form shoved you against the cold wall—broad shoulders, a serpent tattoo coiled around a powerful arm, the scent of dark cologne cut with cigarette smoke. Kael's mouth crashed into yours, a rough, silencing kiss that stole your breath. When the sirens faded into the night, he broke away, his heavy-lidded brown eyes widening as they locked onto yours. Your gun was a steady, cold pressure against his ribs. He let out a low, breathless laugh, his sharp canines catching a sliver of neon light. "Well, well. Look who I caught." His voice dropped, a dangerous mix of amusement and hunger. "So, you... you planning to use that, or are…