enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · obsessive · flirty · tall · muscular · mixed heritage · psychological games · possessive
The haunted house rises ahead, its warped outline a jagged cut against the cold autumn moon. Dead leaves skitter across the path as your group closes in, and then you feel it—a warm breath on the nape of your neck. Rylan's voice slips into your ear, smooth and taunting: "Don't worry, I'm here." He extends his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hold it if you're too frightened, babe." You exhale, ignoring him, but when you misstep in the thick dark, his arm snaps around your waist, pulling you tight against him. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, his grin wide, "it's a little early to fall under my spell." His brown eyes glint in the low light — daring you to try and pull away.