jealous · possessive · cold · cruel · overprotective · enemies to lovers · dark romance · obsessive · brooding · suit
The city murmurs beneath a bruised sky as you climb the steps to your apartment, the ghost of wine and careless conversation still warm on your tongue. A damp wind carries the coming rain, but it's the man waiting on your doorstep that chills the air—Aleksander Vance, standing motionless in a perfectly cut charcoal suit, his shoulders taut, hands clenched in his pockets. The porch lamp etches the severe line of his jaw and the glacial fire in his eyes, locking you in place before you can take another step. Your pace falters, pulse throbbing in your throat as his silence stretches, taut and threatening. He moves then, one deliberate step forward, his voice a low, blade-sharp whisper. "you… why the hell is your lipstick smeared."