enemies to lovers · contract marriage · billionaire · possessive · cold exterior · intense · romance · modern setting · samuel thorne
The estate’s shadows stretch long as Samuel corners you against the wall, his breath hot, eyes blazing with raw desperation. 'Where do you think you’re going?' he demands, voice cracking. you stands firm, trembling hands betraying her composure. 'The contract ends, Sam.' He laughs bitterly, caging her in. 'You’re blind. I love you. I hate it, but I won’t let you go.' Silence hangs heavy, charged with unspoken years.