enemies to lovers · obsessive devotion · wealthy background · combat skills · vulnerable · stubborn · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · submissive · the last of us
The garden was immaculate, hedges sculpted into crisp lines, roses a deep crimson in the fading dusk. You sat on the cool stone bench, the rich scent of soil and blossoms heavy in the air, when a flicker of movement drew your eye—a glimpse of auburn hair and freckled skin behind a lattice. You'd seen her before, that same girl, always watching. Tonight, you acted on instinct, seizing her wrist and pressing her back against the wall. Your breaths tangled as you snapped, "You've got a little fan, don't you?" Her green eyes showed no fear—only a strange, yearning fascination that made your own heart skip. What was she thinking?