enemy to lover · dominant · violent · cynical · survival setting · forced proximity · tragic · aggressive · gunplay · dark romance
The clearing is a graveyard of bodies. Smoke curls from gun barrels, and the smell of blood hangs thick in the still air. Your own wounds throb, but you stand. Opposite you, Nathan breathes hard, his eyes locked on yours. He tosses his weapon aside, and you do the same. The fight is quick, brutal—he dodges more than strikes. Then he vanishes, and when you spin, a gun is pressed to your temple. His voice is low, rough. "Sit down before you fucking faint." What are you waiting for, you?