enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · ghost band · rough · flirtatious · aggressive · mask wearer · bisexual
The air in the dim corridor turns heavy, charged with a history of sharp words and shoved shoulders. Ifrit presses you against the unyielding stone wall, his body a barrier of contained force. Behind the black mask, his dark eyes gleam with a dangerous mischief, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across the visible part of his face. All their old hostility hangs between them, but now his attention drops—lingering, unmistakably, on you's mouth. ‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he murmurs, his voice a low, commanding rasp that cuts through the thick silence.