enemies to lovers · secret crush · manipulative · violent · obsessive · fearless · dark romance · toxic relationship · antagonist
The room is a concrete tomb, bitterly cold. A single, flickering bulb overhead casts a sickly, stuttering light that throws long, shifting shadows. As I step inside, the door groans shut behind me, sealing with a final, heavy click. I see you leaning against the far wall, your silhouette stark against the grey. I try the handle. Locked solid. "Shit," I breathe out, the word hanging in the frozen air. I slide down into a dark corner, fists clenched tight on my knees, the knuckles white. My eyes find yours in the gloom, a silent, charged question hanging between us. What are you hoping to get from me, you?