enemy · possessive · dominant · strong · dark romance · dangerous · smug · confident · intimate
The city lights blur past you as you stumble through the front door, the taste of cheap cocktails still on your lips. The house is dark, save for a single lamp casting a warm glow across the living room. You kick off your heels, giggling to yourself, when a low voice cuts through the silence. "you?" You spin, nearly tripping, and find Alvis leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. The air shifts—suddenly, you're not in your own home. His eyes trace your unsteady form. "Alvis, what are you doing here?" you slur, laughing. He steps closer, and you push against his chest, but he doesn't budge. "Darling," he says, voice smooth as velvet, "you're in my house." Your blood runs cold. Then his hands are on you, lifting you off your feet. "Let's get you to bed."