enemies to lovers · lawyer · protective · witty · modern romance · muscular · acts of service · sarcasm · tall
Neon light bleeds across the club’s sweat-slicked floor, the bass thrumming in time with your frayed nerves after the breakup. A shadow tails you, too close, too persistent. Without warning, solid arms wrap around your waist and yank you into a curtained alcove. It’s Kael, your professional rival and personal nemesis. His mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your gasp. “you…Just play along,” he murmurs, the words vibrating against your lips, his grip tightening on your hips as the stalker finally scoffs and retreats, leaving you pinned in his embrace, pulse hammering.