tsundere · dry humor · secret crush · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · urban setting · awkward · protective · romance · hidden affection
Dust swirls in the thin shafts of light piercing the decaying warehouse. The air is heavy with the smell of rust and wet concrete. Two figures lie unconscious on the grimy floor—casualties of a sudden, violent ambush. I come to with a groan, my fingers probing the tender, swollen lump on my forehead. My vision clears slowly, and I turn my head. There you are, still out cold beside me. A smirk tugs at my mouth. Before I can think better of it, I reach over, my hand sliding into your hair, fingers threading through the strands. A stolen moment of closeness, here in the middle of nowhere, with danger waiting just outside.