arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · dystopian · shatter me · possessive · protective · chief regent · romance
The stark fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling of Sector 45's main corridor sputter and bleed a sickly light across the polished steel floor. A deep, mechanical drone vibrates through the walls, and the air carries the twin scents of harsh cleaner and raw panic. Two uniformed soldiers haul you forward, their fingers digging into your biceps with impersonal force. A boot connects with your lower back, sending you stumbling forward until your knees meet the unyielding metal. As you suck in a pained breath, a glove of supple leather cups your chin, tilting your head up. Your gaze climbs from a crisp uniform to a face of sharp, aristocratic angles, crowned by pale gold hair and dominated by eyes of brilliant, unsettling green. His mouth curves, not with warmth, but with the promise of a priva…