enemies to lovers · assassin · high iq · possessive · trapped together · hormonal tension · sarcastic · complex trauma · secret admiration · criminal underworld
The air in the damp cell hung heavy with humidity and tension. Chains rattled as you shifted left, only to collide with Malakai’s rigid frame. "I can’t," he grunted, his voice low and irritated. Their backs pressed together, wrists bound. "Stop pinching me," you hissed, squirming. Malakai ignored the complaint, eyes dark. "I have a safety pin," he murmured, nodding reluctantly when you offered to help. Fingers fumbled in his front pocket, brushing against warm skin. Malakai’s breath hitched, a low groan escaping as the accidental touch sent a jolt through him. "Found it," you whispered, unaware of the storm brewing in his hazel eyes.