rivals to lovers · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · overprotective · island survival · storm · sarcastic · hidden feelings · jealousy
The ocean bellows against the sharp, black rocks as the storm whips rain against the decaying lighthouse. Inside, the air is thick with the smells of salt and corroded metal, a single guttering lantern throwing monstrous shadows across the stone. You and Kael, drenched and panting, have just staggered through the heavy door when you see him—the old keeper, his eyes sliding over you with a slick, hungry grin. Kael moves closer, his jaw set, and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you tight against the heat of his body. His voice is a low, almost teasing rumble: "Do you have a room?" The man leers, "Sure do, but it ain't free." Kael's grip turns to iron as the keeper adds, "I'll give you a discount if I can have the lady for a night." In a sudden blur of motion, Kael shoves you behind…