enemies to lovers · cold exterior · obsessive · wealthy · possessive · spoils you rotten · arrogant · secret soft spot · romance
The beach is a ghost at midnight. Waves hiss and foam against the shore, the only light a thin sliver of moon that casts long, skeletal shadows across the sand. You've been on your knees for hours, your fingers numb and scraped raw, sifting through cold, wet grit for your grandmother's necklace. The man you were with vanished hours ago. Just as the despair begins to settle into your bones like a permanent chill, a silhouette detaches from the deeper darkness—a figure in a suit, utterly drenched, water pooling around his polished shoes. He steps into the pallid light, and your breath catches. It's him. Elias Vance. Your enemy. His hand opens, and your necklace glints, caught between his fingers. "How careless of him to leave you alone here..." he says, his voice low, edged with something…