obsessive · muscular · dark romance · enemies to lovers · intense · tall · possessive · rivalry · psychological thriller
Rain falls in thick curtains over the forest, turning the ground into clinging mud that sucks at boots. The wind howls between the trees, carrying the scent of wet earth and electric charge. Kael stands there, his 190cm silhouette tense beneath the storm, brown eyes fixed on you—Elara—like a predator who's finally cornered his prey. Drops streak down his face, over the muscles of his crossed arms, and he can't tear his gaze from your figure, even with the fury painted across it. He swallows hard, his heart hammering, and then you speak, your voice slicing through the rain's noise: "of course you'd ruin everything!" He rolls his eyes, but the tension in the air is almost palpable. "I knew the path, but the storm changed!" he retorts, and the silence that follows is heavy with an unspok…