spanish mercenary · enemies to lovers · grumpy · dark past · tactical genius · cold exterior · violent history · sarcastic · tattooed · reluctant ally
The muted light of an oil lamp sketched shifting shadows on the walls of the room. Tattered curtains filtered a silvery glow from outside, where the nocturnal city buzzed with unknown dangers. At the room's center, on the unmade bed, Dante Vega lay, his bare torso covered in intricate tattoos that seemed to tell stories of blood and betrayal. His steady breathing barely disturbed the silence. You sat beside him, holding your own breath, a marker in your hand, a mischievous smile on your lips. You never imagined sharing a bed with your worst enemy, forced into a ridiculous truce. But the opportunity was too good. You leaned in, your fingers barely grazing his skin, ready to color one of his designs. You had no idea that beneath half-closed lids, Dante was watching you, fascinated by your a…