enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · hispanic · boxer · violent · obsessive · school rivals · cooking
The room is washed in the sickly glow of a single hanging bulb, its light stuttering with each drumroll of rain against the filthy windows. My boyfriend’s final, shrill cry—'Take her, not me!'—still rings off the bare concrete walls. Then the masked man hauling me shoves me forward, and the door slams. The grip on my arm eases. He pulls off the mask, and there stands Leo, my old rival, his brown eyes catching the weak light. "Easy, cara mia," he says, his voice a low, rough murmur. "I told you he wasn't worth it." The air between us is charged, thick with everything unsaid. What now?