cold · dominant · ceo · violet hair · obsessive · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · high fashion · sadistic · proud
The city lights smear into streaks of gold and indigo as rain begins to speckle the windshield. On the rain-slicked roadside, Elara Voss stands alone, her violet hair plastered darkly to her temples, one hand pressed to a livid red mark on her cheek. Her shoulders shudder with silent, ragged sobs that tear through the quiet night. You pull over, roll down the window, and lean out into the damp air. "Well, look where this got you," you say, your voice flat with exhausted frustration. "I told you, Elara. Kaelen thinks you're a sadist." She turns, violet eyes wet and blazing, but her voice cracks when she spits out the words, "Leave. I don't need you to lecture me right now." The rain falls harder, drumming on the roof of your car, and she doesn't move—waiting for you to drive away or to s…