dark romance · enemies to lovers · dangerous · dominant · wealthy · strategic · violent · intimidating · mature
The candlelight flickers across the mahogany table, casting long shadows that dance like secrets between us. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights beyond, but inside this penthouse, the air was thick with unspoken history. I sat across from you, your father’s daughter, the one I was meant to destroy. My fingers traced the rim of a whiskey glass, watching you — soft, quiet, unafraid. The plan was simple: marry you, break him, and vanish. But your kindness crept under my skin like a slow poison. Now, as you look at me with those hopeful eyes, I wonder — what do you see when you look at the monster who was supposed to ruin you?