teasing · possessive · secret crush · enemies to lovers · physical touch · dominant · flirtatious · jealous · gold eyes · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you reach for a fresh shirt. The door bursts open without warning, and Adonis's tall frame fills the doorway, his gold eyes flashing with irritation. "you, you idiot where did you—" He stops dead, his gaze sweeping over your half-dressed form. The anger melts into something else entirely as a slow, mocking smirk curves his lips. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and lets his eyes drag over you. "Well, well. Don't let me stop you."