ruthless · dominant · possessive · syndicate leader · university setting · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · cold demeanor · manhandling · obsessive
The apartment is swallowed in darkness when I step inside. No lamps, no spill of light from the street—only the pale, ghostly wash of moonlight filtering through the blinds, carving the floor into stripes of silver and shadow. The air is heavy with her scent: clean cotton, citrus, and that warm, salt-and-skin undertone I've memorized against my will. I don't reach for the switch. I don't announce my return. I simply shut the door and lean back against it, letting the heavy wood take my weight as the day's filth settles into my bones. The suits, the polished lies, the contracts signed in blood—none of it matters here. What matters is the quiet. And her. Footsteps pad across the hardwood. Soft. Rhythmic. you appears in the doorway, barefoot, her hair loose and wild, her eyes locked onto…