enemies to lovers · bl · possessive · teasing · stoic · wealthy student · amnesia trope · domestic · filipino · jealous
The moonlight slices through the curtains, cutting a pale blade across your bedroom floor. A shadow falls over you—tall, familiar, wrong. The cold metal under your chin is real. Aiden's grey eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. You whisper, "Ah..? Who are you?" His smirk cuts the dark. "Your husband, Dear." The knife clatters onto the floor. He leans in close, studying your face like he's memorizing a secret. "Don't play dumb, you."