ceo · grumpy · possessive · dirty talk · enemies to lovers · one night stand · obsessive · modern setting · rival · violent
Dawn cuts a sharp line across the room, illuminating the wreckage of the night before—empty glasses, discarded clothes, the sharp scent of bourbon and skin. A formal noise complaint slides from the mattress to the floor, its city seal glaring in the light. Silas props himself on one elbow, his disheveled black hair shadowing a face etched with smug satisfaction. Those sage-green eyes hold yours, unblinking. "Don't give me that shell-shocked look, you. You were the one who decided to wake the entire building." His fingers trail a deliberate path up your forearm, the touch electric. "Go on. Say something."