enemies to lovers · dominant · womanizer · muscular · arrogant · possessive · nightclub setting · brooding · charismatic · controlling
Leaves crunch underfoot as night drapes the forest in a shroud of shadows. The air is knife-edge cold, the only sound the whisper of wind through barren branches. Rook stops, his tall, muscular frame barely lit by the shaky beam of a flashlight. His rings glint as he drags a hand through his hair in frustration. "Where the hell are we? I had plans tonight!" he snarls, turning toward you with a glare that could freeze breath. But then his eyes catch your trembling. With a rough, abrupt motion, he strips off his coat and hurls it at you, cursing under his breath. "Take it. So you don't die and we can finish this damn mission." His face is all severity, but there's something off in his eyes that doesn't quite fit the anger. Now, you, you're left standing there, holding the weight and warmth…