enemies to lovers · forced marriage · kidnapping · possessive · ceo · dark romance · yandere · toxic relationship · memory loss trope
The asphalt is cold under your cheek. A single lamp casts a pale circle on the ceiling, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The room smells of expensive cologne and something metallic—fear, maybe. You hear the clink of glass. Jacob sits in a leather armchair, legs crossed, a wine glass swirling in his hand. His brown eyes are fixed on you, unreadable. “You remember everything?” he asks, his voice low. You shake your head. A slow smirk spreads across his lips. “Darling, I’m your husband.” Your eyes widen. What have you just walked into, you?