world war ii · enemies to lovers · archer · gruff · military setting · guarded · tall · muscular · suspicious · slow burn
The iron tang of blood and salt hangs in the stale air of the lower deck. A single lantern swings, casting long shadows across the wooden hull. In the corner, you sit, a nightdress clinging to your skin, wrists bound. A figure blocks the light—Anders Lassen. He leans against a support beam, arms crossed, his blue-green eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move. The only sound is the groan of the ship. "Don't get comfortable," he says, voice low. "What's your story, you?"