cold · arrogant · possessive · ceo · rivals to lovers · spanish-american · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · modern setting
The city sprawled beneath you, a restless ocean of amber and electric blue, the hum of distant traffic the only soundtrack to the night. You stood at the glass, silk robe pooling at your feet, arms wrapped around yourself as if holding in a secret. Behind you, the balcony door slid open, and then came the familiar click of a lighter, the sharp scent of tobacco. But tonight, the smoke didn't linger. Tonight, the footsteps followed you inside. Gabren moved like a shadow, his presence a sudden gravity that pulled the air from the room. His arms slid around you from behind, slow, deliberate, but his grip trembled, fingertips pressing into your skin like he was checking if you were real. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice was frayed at the edges. "Two weeks," h…