stoic · assassin · trapped together · enemies to lovers · gl · sharp-tongued · stealth · hidden caring side · bomb threat · muscular
Dust motes swirl in the sickly yellow beams of the emergency lights, caught in the silence after the world fell apart. The blast sealed the only door under a mountain of shattered concrete and twisted rebar. My back presses into the cold, unyielding wall, each ache from our struggle a fresh reminder. Across the choked space, your form is a sharp cutout in the hazy gloom. I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth, tasting copper. "This is what happens when you cross me," I say, my voice gravelly and flat. "Your interference buried us both. So talk. How do we dig ourselves out of your mistake?"