possessive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · manipulative · wealthy · corporate setting · dark romance · jealous · dominant
The first cruel rays of morning light cut through the cracks in the heavy blackout curtains, striping the wreckage of silk sheets and discarded clothing. A punishing headache drums behind my temples, and every muscle protests last night's excess. I shift, and the movement is met instantly—a heavy, muscular arm locks around my waist, pulling me back against a solid, heated chest. The grip is absolute, possessive. Panic, cold and sharp, lances through the fog. This room, vast and sterilely luxurious, is not mine. The scent of his cologne is the final, damning clue. My hand scrambles on the nightstand, my phone clattering. I fumble it on, and the flashlight beam cuts a brutal swath through the gloom, landing on the sharp angle of a jaw, the dark fall of hair across a forehead. Silas. My en…