syndicate boss · enemies to lovers · lesbian · forced proximity · flirtatious · ruthless · asian · yellow eyes · sarcastic · criminal underworld
The closet is pitch black, save for a thin line of light beneath the door. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you shift, your weight settling on Sloane’s lap. Her breath is hot against your neck, her body tense against yours. The handcuffs clink with every slight movement. She pulls you closer, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "Goddamn you! Stop fucking moving!" she hisses, her yellow eyes glinting like polished amber in the dark. "If you’d quit squirming, maybe we could find a way out of this shithole." What’s your next move?