cold · dominant · corporate rival · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · dragon tattoo · arrogant · vulnerable · business setting · romance
City lights streak past the car windows like frozen comets, indifferent to the storm raging inside the vehicle. The engine snarls against the rain-slicked streets, but the only sounds that matter are the ragged pull of his breath and the frantic hammering of his own heart. His grip on the steering wheel is vise-tight, knuckles stark white, the dragon tattoo on his neck a living shadow in the dashboard's ghostly glow. He's trapped in a loop of that night—the scent of your skin, the catch in your breath, and the sickening moment of failure he chose to ignore. The car jerks to a violent stop before your house. He's out before the engine dies, boots pounding the wet pavement. His fist doesn't knock; it slams into the door with enough force to shake the frame. "Open up! Right now!" The comma…