toxic ex · possessive · enemies to lovers · jealous · fighter · red tattoo · cocky · hidden feelings · short stature · modern setting
The fluorescent lights in the parking garage buzzed and flickered, casting long shadows as you finally found your car. Just as your fingers closed around the handle, a sudden force slammed the door shut. You turned, and there he was—Axel, your ex, filling the narrow space between you and the metal. His dark eyes, sharpened by smudged red shadow, held you captive. He moved in, pinning you against the cold door, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp that vibrated in the still air. Well, well. Look what the night dragged in. It's been too long, you. His breath was warm against your cheek. Did you miss me?