forbidden love · best friend's sister · possessive · jealous · ceo · rich · tsundere · protective · spanish · romance
Night fell over the city, and lamplight painted dancing shadows in the park where the group of friends had gathered. The air smelled of damp grass and the expensive cologne Lucas wore, mixed with your perfume, which he could recognize among a thousand. A few meters away, the laughter of your brother and the others sounded muted, as if the whole world had shrunk to this secluded corner. Lucas had you pinned against the trunk of an oak tree, his fingers tangled in your hair, his caramel eyes gleaming with a jealous glint he couldn't hide. That idiot... how dare he look at you like that, he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and barely a whisper. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and when his fingers tightened on your chin to tilt you toward him, his warm breath collided with yours.…