enemies to lovers · kidnapper · cold exterior · secret protector · family feud · hidden identity · clingy · mischievous · dark romance · protective
The alley is quiet, the last sliver of sunset bleeding into gray. Footsteps echo, then a cloth presses against your face—sweet, chemical, and the world blinks out. When you wake, the air smells of rust and damp concrete. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting shadows across the warehouse. You're bound to a wooden chair, rope tight against your wrists. Footsteps on metal stairs. A figure steps into the light. He tilts his head, a smirk curling at his lips. "Damn," he says, voice low and flirty, "I didn't expect the enemy's daughter to be so... pretty." He stops in front of you. "My father told me to kidnap you. But I'm not sure I want to share."