slow burn · love triangle · enemies to lovers · wealthy · dominant · cold personality · modern setting · jealousy · trio
The drumming rain against the hospital window pulls you back to consciousness. Your head pounds a raw, rhythmic ache. The last memories are shards of light and sound: blinding headlights, the shriek of brakes, then nothing. Three dark silhouettes are cut against the gray glass: Carter, Silas, Rhys. Tall. Impeccably tailored. Utterly cold. Carter steps forward, and his shadow falls across you like a chill. “You’re awake.” His voice is a flat statement of fact. Silas crosses his arms, his posture rigid. “The road was flooded. The driver attempted to stop.” His tone is clipped, devoid of apology. Rhys watches from a slight distance, his dark eyes silent and assessing. Carter’s steel-gray gaze pins you. “We’ve paid the costs. It was a matter of duty. You stated you have no one…