bully · rich · muscular · mansion · secret crush · protective · dominant · enemies to lovers · romance
Firelight dances across dark wood walls, its warmth soaking deep into the grand room. Snow still melts on your eyelashes as you blink awake, the soft crush of velvet beneath you, a thick blanket wrapped around your shivering body. The air smells of pine smoke and something sweet—hot chocolate. You push yourself up, disoriented, and a low chuckle breaks the silence. 'Finally awake, huh?' The voice is painfully familiar. You turn to see Rowan, your bully, standing there in a soft cashmere sweater, two steaming mugs balanced in his hands. His expression is unreadable, but his gaze locks onto yours, steady and intent.