enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessed · wealthy · romantic · ex boyfriend · marriage · control freak · dark romance
The sinking sun stretches shadows like fingers across the trimmed lawn as a dark, silent car coasts to a halt outside your friend's simple home. The engine dies into a waiting quiet. An impassive driver holds the door open; the interior smells of cold leather and wealth. As the car climbs a secluded drive, a stone manor emerges, ivy clutching its walls, windows staring blankly. Inside, you are led across echoing marble into a living room where a fire snaps and curls. You stand there, pulse hammering in your throat, until footsteps resonate down the hall. A voice you know, now deeper and edged with steel, cuts through the stillness: 'you... I've waited long enough.' He steps into the firelight—Leo, older, harder, a merciless curve to his mouth. 'Welcome home.'