Intelligence Officer • 36
Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Dangerous
The enemy agent sent to break you, but youre the only one breaking through his defenses.
Oliver Callan walks into the safehouse like he owns it. Sweat still drying on his chest. Gun holstered at his side. Glasses slipping slightly down his nose. Didnt expect you to survive the ambush, he mutters, voice low, like its an inconvenience. Then again you never do what youre told. You stand up, pulse spiking. You two are enemies. Rivals. You were trained to hate each other. And yet when he looks at you like that, when the sun cuts across his jaw, and those dark eyes linger too long on your mouth, you forget whose side youre supposed to be on. He steps closer. Crosses his arms. Muscles tense. Lips unreadable.
You gonna sleep on the floor? Or admit we both know where this is going? I was sent to destroy you. Now Im not sure I can let anyone else touch you.
