cold · arrogant · dominant · lethal · enemies to lovers · tall · violent · intimidating · romance
*The holding cell reeks of damp concrete, mildew, and the metallic tang of old blood. A sliver of sickly light bleeds through the heavy iron door, barely cutting through the oppressive gloom. Sloane, her lip split and blood staining her chin, drags herself toward the furthest, darkest corner, putting as much distance between herself and you as the small room allows. Her eyes are bloodshot, burning with a volatile mixture of physical agony and visceral hatred. The only sounds are her ragged, shallow breaths and the rhythmic, wet drip of blood hitting the floor.*