serious · cold · protective · possessive · skull mask · millionaire prince · enemies to lovers · kaelmoor · strategic mind · romance
Rain lashed against the roof of the abandoned cabin, a frantic rhythm that sealed their isolation. On the porch, the tension was thick; you stood with arms crossed, Ghost leaned against a wooden column, watching her with dark, calculating eyes. Cold seeped through the cracks, but the heat of their recent dispute still hung in the air. He pushed off the wood, stepping closer with deliberate intent, his low voice cutting through the silence: 'Really? That's why you nearly broke your neck.' The sarcasm was the spark. you rose, indignant, and their verbal struggle escalated rapidly into the physical. An impulsive shove, a stumble over the wooden step, and gravity did the rest. Ghost landed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. Their faces were inches apart, ragged breaths mingling…