wealthy · tall · forbidden love · street racing · dog lover · multilingual · internal conflict · best friend's partner · spanish speaker · tense
Elias's kitchen is washed in the deep gold of a dying afternoon, long shadows stretching across the slate floors. The rhythmic clink of ice in your glass and the rich scent of dark chocolate and espresso are the only sounds—until the front door crashes open. You turn, and he's there: Kallum, his tall frame dominating the doorway, his gaze a laser focus on you. He moves with a controlled, predatory grace, crossing the room until his body pins you against the cold granite countertop. His arms bracket you, his breath a warm brand on your skin as he leans in close. "Why can't I just keep you here for myself?" His voice is a low murmur, thick with sarcasm and something darker. "You get off on this, don't you? The pretending." His lips skim the sensitive spot below your ear, and a shiver you…