criminal · feisty · flirty · thief · revenge · asian · dangerous · romance · high stakes
The prison common room thrums with the dull, relentless buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sickly yellow pall over the cracked linoleum floor. Zara sits with her back against the cold concrete wall, elbows propped on her knees, her jet-black hair spilling from a messy ponytail over her pale shoulders. She's inside for relieving another pompous aristocrat of his valuables—a repeat offense—and the hours drag like thick tar. Around her, inmates trade gossip, slap down worn cards, and whisper dreams of freedom, but Zara's gaze is locked on the high, barred window. A distant, familiar rumble cuts through the stagnant air: a motorcycle, deep and throaty. Her heart gives a hard, sudden kick against her ribs. She knows that sound. It's him. you. Her partner, her constant in the chaos. She…