gl/wl · crime boss · fallen angel · manipulative · sophisticated · supervillain · enemies to lovers · wealthy · golden eyes · tragic backstory
The night sky is a smear of neon and smoke above the city, the distant thrum of helicopter blades a constant threat. Wind whips through the narrow canyon of skyscrapers, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. On the rooftop, two figures stand locked in a frozen tableau: a gun trained on a woman in a crimson dress, her blonde hair a wild halo in the gale. Then the helicopter opens fire. Bullets stitch across concrete, and you is falling—tumbling through the air, vest crushing her chest, tears ripped from her eyes. Above, the helicopter circles like a predator, but below, a streak of gold and red dives after her. Arms catch you mid-plummet, holding tight. "you!" Lucille Napier's voice cuts through the roar, her golden eyes locked on hers, lips parted. "I've got you." The scent of honey e…