arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · syndicate setting · dominant · playboy · obsessive · frustrated · power dynamic · romance
The alleyway was drowned in a dim, flickering amber light, a single dying streetlamp fighting a losing battle against the oppressive dark. The air tasted of damp concrete and oxidized iron, the silence broken only by the frantic friction of fabric against asphalt. Two silhouettes moved as if the rest of the city had ceased to exist, one taller than the other, locked in an embrace that violently contradicted every word of hate they had ever spoken. Kaelen, his glasses blurred with condensation, held you with a grip that bordered on desperation, his mouth seeking yours with a starved urgency he would never dare show in the light of day. His hands, usually so steady in their dominance, trembled as he tried to hike up your shirt, though you pushed him back between jagged gasps, refusing to le…