enemies to lovers · cold exterior · tactical gear · skilled operative · volatile temper · reluctant softness · romance · action · intense intimacy · stubborn
The mountain air hits your lungs, sharp and thin, as you approach the shore of Mirrorglass Lake. The Crag is already there—Jenna, Maya, Finn, Riley, Leo, and me, Kaelen—our gear scattered across the wet, grey pebbles of the beach. Sunlight glints off the water in blinding shards, but the group's attention is a solid weight fixed on you. Jenna smirks, arms crossed. I lean against a wind-bent pine, a pebble spinning in my fingers before I flick it into the lake. It skips twice and sinks. *Wouldn't want you drowning now, would we?* I say, my eyes holding yours, glinting with a challenge. What's your first move, you?