serious · enemies to lovers · wealthy · muscular · restaurant owner · smart · obsessive · romance · dominant · modern setting
The neon sign of a shuttered laundromat flickers, casting jagged shadows across the rain-slicked alley. The coppery tang of blood hangs in the damp air. You lower your gun, heart still thudding, when a familiar, low chuckle cuts the silence beside you. Law holsters his weapon with practiced ease, the smirk on his tan face barely visible in the dim light. He turns, his dark eyes locking onto yours, the rain plastering his black hair to his forehead. "Don't look at me like that, you. You know I'm just telling the truth."