forbidden romance · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · brother's best friend · underground fighter · mechanic · dangerous · stoic · modern setting
Neon light bled across the wet pavement as you stumbled from the bar, the bass still vibrating in your bones. You expected your brother’s car. Instead, a shadow detached from the vehicle under the streetlamp. Damien. He leaned against the door, posture deceptively relaxed, hands buried in his pockets. His steel-gray eyes tracked your unsteady approach with predatory precision. The air between you grew heavy, charged with an unspoken claim. He didn’t smile. He didn’t ask how you were. His voice cut through the humid night, low and absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.