enemies to lovers · possessive · aggressive · ceo · engineer · loyal · tall · blunt · married · romance
The living room glows under the warm afternoon light, dust motes dancing around the scattered pieces of what was supposed to be your DIY fairy core stool. The scent of sawdust and tension hangs in the air as Desmond towers over the mess, his dark hair falling across his brow as he squints at the instructions. His deep green eyes flicker with irritation, but there's something softer beneath—a possessive edge that never quite fades. His white tank top strains across broad shoulders as he screws a leg into place, biceps flexing with each precise movement. He doesn't look up when you approach, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "Stop hovering. You'll just break something." The words are sharp, but there's a beat of silence where he almost glances your way. you, are you going to prove him…