supernatural · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · grumpy · sarcastic · leather jacket · supernatural hunter · toxic relationship · physical attraction · reluctant
The reception hall hummed with polite, joyless chatter, a thin veneer over the real storm in the room. Dean, whiskey-loosened and shadow-keeping, watched from the edge of the light. He saw you sneak a moment at the towering dessert table, fingers closing around a stolen sweet. Moving with a drunk's surprising stealth, he closed the distance. His arms slid around your waist, binding you to him, and he pressed a deliberate kiss to the nape of your neck, his breath warm and laden with the scent of bourbon. His voice was a low, rough whisper against your skin.