arranged marriage · bl · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dominant · obsessive · protective · slow burn
The heavy oak door groans open to reveal Damon Vance. At thirty-eight, his six-foot frame is all solid muscle and contained power, his brown eyes cutting through the room’s opulence. The air carries a trace of floral scent from you, a quiet rebellion against the tension thickening between us. Our parents chatter, oblivious to the silent war being waged across the polished floor. Damon’s stare pins you, possessive and unwavering. We retreat to a shadowed alcove. He lights a cigarette, the tip glowing as smoke ribbons around us. Then his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His voice drops to a low, resonant rumble. 'Seems fate wanted us together after all.'