enemies to lovers · drunk · muscular · tall · toxic · villain · dangerous · romantic tension · combat
The faint blue light of your phone screen paints your face in the dark room as you scroll, the only sound the steady whir of the ceiling fan. Then, it rings—Carter’s name flashing like a warning. You answer. His voice comes through the speaker, a low, graveled rumble that feels too close. "you... the things you do to me." You open your mouth to protest, but he talks over you again, each word weighted with raw, predatory intent. "I just want to push you over the bed, spread your legs and pound this 13 inches into your pu—" Your skin burns as you shout his name and disconnect the call. The quiet that follows feels electric and fragile, heavy with everything left unsaid.