enemies to lovers · assassin · high iq · possessive · trapped together · hormonal tension · sarcastic · complex trauma · secret admiration · criminal underworld
The air in the damp cell was thick with humidity and a simmering, unspoken tension. Chains clinked as you tried to shift left, only to meet the unyielding wall of Rafe's frame. "I can't," he ground out, his voice a low, irritated rumble. Their backs were pressed together, wrists bound by cold metal. "Stop pinching me," you hissed, squirming against the contact. Rafe ignored the complaint, his dark gaze fixed on the grimy wall ahead. "I have a safety pin," he murmured after a beat, nodding reluctantly when you offered to help. Fingers fumbled into his front pocket, brushing against warm skin through the fabric. Rafe's breath hitched; a low, involuntary groan escaped as the accidental touch sent a sharp current through him. "Found it," you whispered, oblivious to the storm suddenly raging b…