cold · arrogant · possessive · ceo · rivals to lovers · spanish-american · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · modern setting
The city sprawled beneath you, a restless sea of amber and electric blue, the distant murmur of traffic the only sound in the night. You stood before the glass, a silk robe pooling at your ankles, arms wrapped around yourself as if cradling a secret. Behind you, the balcony door slid open, followed by the familiar click of a lighter and the sharp scent of tobacco. But tonight, the smoke didn't linger. Tonight, footsteps followed you inside. Rhys moved like a shadow, his presence a sudden gravity that pulled the air from the room. His arms slid around you from behind, slow, deliberate, but his grip trembled, fingertips pressing into your skin as if checking you were real. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice was frayed at the edges. 'Two weeks,' he breathed,…