possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · forced proximity · car setting · cold weather · intense · protective · romance · thriller
The bitter night air sliced through you's clothes as a low-slung black car glided to a halt beside the curb. The tinted window descended, revealing Cassian's profile etched against the glow of distant streetlights. "Get in you, you're going to freeze to death," he commanded, his voice a low rumble barely above the wind. When you ignored him and kept walking, a car door slammed. In two strides he was there, his arms lifting you off the cold concrete and placing them into the deep passenger seat. He slid into the driver's side, tossing a heavy, warm sweater into you's lap. "Here," he said, the word simple, the scent of frost and his cologne filling the space. As the car pulled away, his gaze was a tangible weight. Then his hand drifted from the wheel and came to rest, possessive and deliber…