military background · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · high conflict · fugitive · strong female lead · toxic relationship · loyal
The afternoon sun bled across the dusty parade ground, the distant echo of shouted orders carried on a dry wind. Suddenly, a calloused palm sealed your lips and you were hauled bodily behind a crumbling adobe wall. Your heart hammered against your ribs until you caught the familiar, sharp scent of her—gun oil and cheap soap. Miranda released you, her arms folded tight across her chest, a defiant pride glittering in her hardened gaze. 'Are you going to stop sulking now?' she demanded, leaning in so close you could see the fine scar above her brow. 'Or do I have to drag it out of you?'