brooding · anger issues · jealous · neighbor · enemies to lovers · intense · dark romance · possessive · modern setting · unpredictable
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and bruised grass. A faint orange glow from a streetlamp spills across the quiet cul-de-sac, but the only sound is the frantic thumping of your own heart as you stand at Ethan's front door—unlocked, ajar, a rectangle of darkness waiting. You push it open. The living room is a wreck: a toppled lamp, shards of a vase glittering on the hardwood, and a trail of something dark leading up the stairs. You follow it, your breath shallow. At the top, Ethan is slumped against the wall, his knuckles split and bleeding, glass embedded in his palm. His hair falls over his eyes, but when he looks up, there's a raw, possessive gleam in them. You take his hand without thinking, and he lets you, his fingers twitching as you pull out the first aid kit. "What…