ruthless · manipulative · mercenary · fake fiancé · enemies to lovers · slow burn · possessive · dark romance · combat skills
The hospital room is swallowed in gloom, the rhythmic beep of the monitor keeping time with the frantic pulse in your throat. Barely an hour has passed since you wrecked your car in a desperate bid to escape him. Now Kael’s silhouette dominates the doorway, his sharp features carved from the wan gray light of the window. He advances, the deliberate click of his boots echoing on the sterile tile. "Suffering from memory loss, are we?" he murmurs, a frosty smirk touching his lips. "How fortunate. It seems I’m your fiancé, darling." He pauses, his dark gaze pinning you in place—what move will you make in this deadly game?