obsessive · villain · enemies to lovers · illusion magic · chaotic · possessive · flirtatious · fantasy setting · dark romance
The alley behind the old tavern smelled of damp stone and rust, but you hardly noticed. Cain's body hit the brick wall with a punishing thud, your forearm locked against his throat. His grin cut through the murky light—sharp, infuriating, beautiful. "Stay out of my city," you growled. He laughed, breath ghosting warm across your cheek. "But then I'd miss you." His hands found your hips, fingertips sliding beneath your jacket with a slowness that made your skin prickle. You didn't pull away. He felt the tension in your muscles, the heat bleeding through his touch. "You always shake when you're angry," he murmured, fingers slipping under your shirt, brushing the old scar just above your ribs. You flinched. He smiled, intimate and dangerous. "Still tender, sweetheart?" You shoved him harde…