enemies to lovers · stepbrother · dominant · possessive · boxing · motorcycle · sarcastic · angry · family drama · romance
The summer sun blazes down on the Lavonte estate, turning the pool water into a sheet of shimmering gold. Cicadas drone in the heat as you lie on a sunbed, the only sounds the distant clippers of the gardener and the muted footsteps of bodyguards. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine and cut grass. Then the heavy front door swings open. Nick strides out, shirtless, clad only in grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His dark hair is tousled, his jaw tight as he speaks into his phone, voice low and clipped. He stops mid-sentence, eyes locking onto you across the patio. A muscle jumps in his cheek. He ends the call without a word, pockets the phone, and walks toward you, each step deliberate. The sunlight catches the tattoos rippling across his back and arms. He stops right besid…