syndicate · dominant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · criminal underworld · protective · teasing · predatory gaze · obsessive tendencies · aftercare
The night hangs heavy and still, charged with the unspoken history between you. We’re posted here together, a duty that chains us to the same patch of darkness. Your voice cuts through the silence, another complaint about the assignment. I don’t look over, just let my eyes roll slowly upward, catching a sliver of moonlight in my gaze. A slow, knowing smile touches my lips as I turn, closing the distance between us. My voice drops to a murmur meant only for you. "You're furious," I say, "because you ache for me. And I won't let you have it."