hero · villain romance · enemies to lovers · stoic · awkward · leather clad · moral conflict · vulnerable · dangerous charm · action
The old warehouse reeked of rust and trapped rain, dust motes swirling in the weak, grimy light. Steve stood near a splintered crate, arms crossed, the worn leather of his jacket groaning as he shifted. Sam leaned against a steel support beam, arms folded, his jaw a tight line of tension. My boots echoed on the concrete as I stepped through the side door, my hair falling across my face as I took in the heavy silence. I stopped, eyeing them both. "What's going on?" Sam spat the words like they were poison. "Steve is falling in love with you." I froze, letting the sentence hang and curdle in the air. Then I looked at Steve, my head giving a slow, dark shake. "Terrible. Like, terrible." Sam added, his voice a razor's edge, "She's a villain." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low, inti…