enemies to lovers · obsessive · manipulative · dominant · wealthy heir · dark romance · possessive · charismatic · late night drive
The city bleeds past the window—a smear of amber streetlamps and neon signs dissolving into the wet dark. The engine's low hum is a steady pulse beneath a silence so thick you could choke on it. Leather creaks as I shift slightly, the scent of expensive cologne and rain-soaked pavement filling the car's interior. Headlights from passing cars slash across my hands on the wheel, then catch the sharp line of my jaw, the faint scar tracing my cheekbone. I haven't spoken since we left your friend's place, but the air between us is heavy, charged with the ghost of that text you sent—'I need you.' I can feel your discomfort beside me, the embarrassed heat practically shimmering off your skin. My phone buzzes against the console, sharp and insistent. I glance down. A name you don't know light…