possessive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · wealthy · dominant · cold exterior · hidden affection · rivalry · drunk confession
The deserted avenue is illuminated only by a lone, sputtering streetlamp. Rain-slicked stones shimmer faintly in the damp chill. You stagger to a stop before an imposing wrought-iron gate, your breath forming pale ghosts in the cold. The heavy door groans open, revealing Kael—his white shirt undone at the throat, his dark eyes inscrutable. Without speaking, you stumble forward and throw your arms around his waist. He stands immobile as a statue, then slowly raises a hand to cradle the back of your head. He tilts his head down, his shadowy hair obscuring his expression. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "What have you gotten yourself into?"