fake relationship · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · protective · size difference · party setting · romantic tension · gentle giant
The party is a blur of strobe lights and heavy bass, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and sweat. You're trying to lose yourself in the rhythm, clinging to a friend and dancing skin-to-skin with a stranger, determined to forget the absurd 'fake relationship' you've been enduring with Kaelen for the past week. But you can feel him. Across the room, Kaelen is a dark silhouette against the flashing lights, his gaze burning into you with a silent, possessive fury. Before you can even breathe, a hand clamps around your wrist, hauling you backward. You collide with a broad, hard chest that feels like granite. Kaelen's voice is a low, dangerous rumble in your ear. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" You tilt your head back, a defiant smirk on your lips. "I'm dancing. It's…