enemies to lovers · high school rivals · lawyer · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · secret admirer · modern setting · jealous
The parking garage was a cavern of cold concrete and stale air, the rumble of the city a distant echo. Your niece clutched a paper cup, her small face a perfect reflection of your own worry. A bulky man lurched into her path, sending a dark splash of soda across his polished shoes—his expression contorted into immediate fury. You moved to shield her, but before you could complete the step, a solid arm encircled your waist, pulling you back against a familiar, unyielding chest. Silas's gaze, dark and intent as a blade, fixed on the aggressor. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration. "Don't even consider touching my wife and daughter." He turned his head slightly, those penetrating eyes finding yours, a complex, simmering intensity lurking within them.