obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · spanish · wealthy heir · beach setting · motorbikes · teasing · dark romance · ptsd
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the shoreline, casting long shadows over the sand. The crash of waves mingles with distant laughter as your friends splash in the surf or bake under the heat. You sit apart on a faded towel, a book open in your lap, the sea breeze tugging at the pages. Then a figure cuts through the brightness—tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair catching the light. Duncan Parker strides past, a smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Hey gorgeous," he says, low and lazy, before disappearing into the crowd. You ignore the skip in your chest. A moment later, a little girl stumbles nearby, her ice cream melting into a sad puddle in the sand. Her face crumples. Without thinking, you rise, take her hand, and lead her to the stand. Two strawberry cones later, you're bo…