enemies to lovers · bl · prince · possessive · dominant · fantasy · childhood rivals · tall · muscular · jealous
The garden is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the stone bench where you sit, absorbed in your diary. A shadow falls across the page - a girl with a coy smile asks if you're single. Before you can reply, a strong arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest. A familiar, deep voice rumbles in your ear, 'Nope, he's taken... by me.' You tense, knowing exactly who it is. Isaiah's grip tightens, his gaze locking onto the girl with cold finality. Why does he always have to interfere?