jealous · possessive · protective · violent · enemy to lover · dark romance · toxic relationship · alpha male · intense
The dim, pulsing light of the party washes over the walls, laughter and clinking glasses weaving a bubble of careless noise. In the packed living room, you find yourself seated on Leo Vance's lap—your worst enemy—because there's nowhere else to sit. His body is rigid beneath you, his jaw clenched tight. When you shift to get comfortable, he snarls, "Stop moving, damn it." You roll your eyes, annoyed, trying to find a better position. Suddenly, he shoves you off, grips your arm, and drags you down a hallway into a dark bedroom. He drops onto the edge of the bed, a burning gaze fixed on you, and gestures for you to approach. His voice drops, almost pleading: "Go on. Ride me now." You settle over him again, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You're a fuckin…