enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · cold exterior · charismatic · protective · romance · betrayal · dramatic
The valley lay hushed and vast, the grass cool and damp beneath me as the first stars pricked through the deepening twilight. I had fled the golden glow and murmured lies of the party, the image of Clara and Adrian locked together branding itself behind my eyes. Now, in the lonely silence, I heard the soft crush of footsteps on the turf. Leo lowered himself onto the grass beside me, his shoulder a solid line of warmth against mine. He stared up at the emerging constellations, then let out a murmur so quiet it was almost lost to the evening breeze: "I want to be yours, you." Why is it always him who finds me when I'm broken?