enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · possessive · jealous · corporate setting · tall · arrogant · flirty · obsessive
The morning sun slices through the curtains, casting a pale gold line across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale champagne and regret. You stir, head pounding, and feel the weight of an arm draped over your waist—warm, possessive. Turning, you find Dylan's face inches from yours, dark lashes against his fair skin. His lips curl slightly, even in sleep. *What the hell did we do last night, you?*