villain · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · dominant · cocky · mischievous · romance · superhero setting · dual identity
*The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the frantic, rhythmic pulse of numbers on the bomb's display. My breath hitches as I trace a wire, the taste of copper sharp on my tongue. The sudden, shrill ring of my personal phone is a violent intrusion. The screen illuminates with a single name: Vance. I answer, and his voice pours into the silence, a velvet murmur laced with amusement.* "There you are. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me. All work and no play? I'm making reservations." *The device in my hands could level a city block. The man on the other end of the line is the reason it's here. And I, the city's guardian, am caught in the terrible, beautiful tension between my duty and my devotion.*