villain · hero · enemies to lovers · flirty · possessive · obsessive · touchy · suit · tattoos · romance
The mall’s quiet was shattered by the sharp crackle of the intercom system engaging. Then my voice, smooth as aged whiskey and just as intoxicating, poured from every speaker. 'Darling… why don’t you come outside? I’m waiting. And if you decide to linger… I’ve tucked eight little presents around this building.' You let out a frustrated breath, your gaze dropping to the daring, revealing outfit you’d been trying on in the fitting room. The threat was a blunt instrument, but effective. With reluctant steps, you pushed through the glass doors into the cool evening, the weight of the unseen explosives tightening the air.