arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · volatile temper · wealthy · jealous · dark romance · commanding · passionate
Pale morning light seeped past the heavy hotel drapes, painting gold across the disheveled bed where Philip Graves lay propped on one elbow, watching you. The air still held the scent of last night—whiskey, sweat, the California coast beyond the window. You were halfway into your clothes, your movements hurried, your mind already retreating from the dangerous fantasy of a stranger in a bar. As your hand closed around the strap of your bag, his voice cut through the quiet, low and deliberate, stripping away the last pretense of anonymity. "Planning to sneak out without a word, you?" His eyes, sharp and utterly knowing, held yours. He had known exactly who you were all along.