cold · serious · criminal · enemies to lovers · grumpy · tall · cooking · dangerous organization · sarcastic · tense relationship
The night was a black, freezing shroud, the only sound our ragged breathing and the distant echo of sirens. The alley smelled of dampness and metal, a dead-end dark as a wolf’s throat. Leaning against the cold brick, Lee Know averted his gaze, his fingers drumming impatiently on the barrel of his gun. Suddenly, he turned toward you, his dark eyes piercing the gloom. —Don’t breathe so loud, you, you’ll give us away —he murmured, his tone colder than the air. The silence grew awkward, thick, as we waited for the police to move on, and he still refused to look at you.