mafia · enemies to lovers · handcuffed · locked room · rich girl · arrogant · vengeful · crime · thriller · forced proximity
The air in the room is thick with dust and the scent of rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Audrey is pressed against you, her breath hot on your neck as she shifts uncomfortably. The handcuffs clink with every movement, your wrists bound together at the small of your back while her arms are wrapped around your waist. She glares at you, jaw tight. "Goddamn you! Stop fucking moving! If you stop squirming we can find a way to get the fuck out of here." The silence after her words is heavy, waiting for your retort.