enemies to lovers · partner in crime · protective · teasing · car chase · secret crush · muscular · action · romantic tension · cat lover
The city blurs past in a smear of neon and rain as three sets of headlights cling to your tail. Gunfire cracks through the night, the acrid smell of smoke fills the car. Zack grips the wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Do something you!" he barks, voice cutting through the chaos. You lean out, pick off two cars. For the third, he smirks, dangerous and warm. "Last one, love." Then, a sharp turn. "Sit on my lap." You hesitate. His gaze pins you. "Sit." What choice do you have?