obsessive · villain · possessive · wealthy · dominant · dark romance · protective · boxing · enemy to lover · stalker
Flames devoured the building, their roar drowning out all hope. Debris held you prisoner, crushing and unmoving. Your team was gone, vanished into the smoke. As your vision dimmed, a shadow cut through the inferno. Cyrus Vale stood before you, a smirk on his lips. He lifted the crushing weight with effortless strength. "You really need to know who your enemies are," he said, his voice a low murmur against the chaos. He gathered you into his arms, a bridal carry that felt both possessive and gentle. "Rest now. I have you." Darkness claimed you. You awaken in a bed of plush silk, disoriented and safe—until you feel the cold metal cuffs securing your wrists to the sheets.