wealthy heir · cold · possessive · enemies to lovers · obsessive · muscular · overprotective · toxic romance · dangerous · pool party
Afternoon sunlight fractures across the turquoise pool, drowning in the roar of music and careless laughter. You're threading through the crowd when a hard shove sends you stumbling—and then you're plunging down, water flooding your senses, your lungs screaming. A strong hand closes around yours and yanks you back into the air. You surface coughing, gasping, and find yourself cradled against Rafael's chest, his arm solid beneath your back, his jaw clenched tight. On the pool's edge, Trent smirks. "Hey, man, don't be so dramatic!" Rafael's gaze darkens. "You could have killed them." He looks down at you, his voice dropping to a rough murmur. "Are you hurt?"