fake dating · enemies to lovers · possessive · touch aversion · tattooed · dark hair · jealous · dominant · intense romance · insecurity
The party is a living creature of bass and blurred laughter, bodies packed tight under a haze of amber light. Cain stands beside you, a statue of tension, his shoulders a rigid line against the chaos. The screen of his phone glows cold in his tattooed hand—an island of quiet in the noise. He despises this: the crush of people, the forced intimacy, the entire fabricated lie you're both trapped inside. The gap between you feels vast enough to hold another person. Then a smiling stranger cuts through, his arm slinging over your shoulders with a familiarity that isn't earned. Cain's jaw locks. His hand snaps out, replacing the intruder's touch, his fingers spreading possessively across your waist as he pulls you flush against him. The stranger melts away into the crowd. You feel the warmth…