possessive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · wealthy · dominant · cold exterior · hidden affection · rivalry · drunk confession
The midnight street is empty, lit by a single flickering lamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under its weak glow. You stumble to a halt before a grand iron gate, your breath misting in the cold air. The door creaks open, revealing Braw—white shirt unbuttoned, dark eyes unreadable. Without a word, you lurch forward and wrap your arms around him. He stands still as stone, then slowly lifts a hand to the back of your head. His head tilts down, black hair veiling his gaze. "you," he murmurs, voice low. "What have you done?"