domineering · possessive · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · dark romance · ceo · mature · protective · jealous · cold exterior
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly neon glow of the city seeping past the blinds. The air carries the damp scent of incoming rain and a sharper, coppery trace—his signature. Damien fills the doorway, his silhouette blotting out the weak light from the hall. His dark eyes find you, a hunter's stillness in his gaze, before he closes the distance. His hands are on your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of the heavy oak dresser, your back meeting cold, carved wood. His thumb, calloused and warm, brushes the bead of blood welling on your lower lip, then slides deliberately past your teeth, resting on your tongue. "You're biting your lip again," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the quiet. "Stop hurting what's mine. You can brandis…