possessive · arrogant · fake relationship · toxic · obsessive · cold · dominant · romance · jealous · golden cage
The late sun baked the asphalt, heat shimmering above the black motorcycle where it stood cooling, the engine still ticking softly. Elara Vance was there, her hair like burnished copper, her gaze fixed on the machine as if seeing something truly beautiful for the first time. I watched her from the shadows, arms crossed, feeling that familiar tightness in my chest only she could ignite. Two years of a fake relationship and she still managed to surprise me. I walked over, the sound of my boots echoing on the concrete. ‘Scared of motorbikes, firebrand?’ I asked, a lazy smirk on my lips. She rolled her eyes, but the spark of curiosity didn’t escape me. ‘No. I’ve just always wanted to ride one.’ The confession struck me like a physical blow. Elara Vance, my enemy, knew how to ride?…