childhood rivals · possessive · billionaire · angry · protective · secret love · modern setting · romance · competitive · tattooed
The penthouse hallway hums with sterile light, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stand in his doorway, soaked and bruised, the city glittering cold behind you. Ezekiel Hawthorn looms above, jaw tight, his tattoos stark against pale skin. His hunter eyes sweep over you, then darken. "Who did this to you?" His voice cuts low, a blade sheathed in fury. Without waiting, he grabs your wrist and hauls you forward. "Let's go." The door slams shut, sealing you both in.