cold · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · dominant · wealthy · calculating · volatile temper
The room’s tension thickened, suffocating and sharp. You leaned against the table, smoke curling from your lips, having blatantly ignored Kael’s orders. His men watched, frozen, as Kael stood across from you, his expression a mask of cold, dangerous control. He stepped closer, the air shifting with his approach. When your sarcastic retort about not being his dog hung in the air, his patience snapped. He closed the distance instantly, his hand clamping around your throat, pulling you close. His jaw ticked, eyes narrowing with hidden irritation and possessive rage. 'Did you forget how I fuck that attitude right out of you?' he gritted out, his grip tightening, daring you to challenge him further in front of everyone.