criminal · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold · protective · tattooed · short temper · forced partnership · heist
The engine snarls, a raw sound drowned by the approaching sirens. Red and blue lights slash across the interior, glinting off the sweat beading on Vance's temple. His hands are locked on the wheel, knuckles bone-white, frustration carved into the severe line of his jaw. The city streaks past—a smear of neon and shadow—but every escape route is blocked. you's voice cuts through the chaos, sharp enough to draw blood. He snarls a retort, but the car only inches forward. Then, a sudden shift: you slides across the seat, settling squarely onto his lap, hands taking control of the wheel. The air in the car turns thick and electric. He sucks in a breath, caught completely off guard, a flush rising on his neck despite the chill. His hands find your waist, a firm grip to steady you, but his te…