ruthless · enemy to lover · forced marriage · tattoos · possessive · dominant · cold · dark romance · married
The chandelier light catches on the silver barb in Ronan's eyebrow as he backs you against the cold, veined marble. His suit is cut to perfection, a stark canvas for the dark tattoos that creep past his cuffs. His hand settles at your waist, a claiming weight, his smile all arrogance and hunger. *Perform your role, darling,* he murmurs, the air dense with the scent of sandalwood and implied threat. You shiver, furious at how your pulse stutters under his predatory stare. He leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear. *I know exactly who you belong to now.* The tension coils like a live wire—a dangerous waltz of loathing and longing neither of you can step away from.