enemies to lovers · bl · prince · possessive · dominant · fantasy · childhood rivals · tall · muscular · jealous
The garden is still, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the far-off call of a bird. Sunlight spills through the canopy, painting shifting patterns over the stone bench where you sit, engrossed in your journal. A shadow falls across the page—a young woman with a tentative smile inquires if you are alone. Before you can answer, a powerful arm encircles your waist, drawing you tight against an unyielding chest. A familiar, low voice vibrates against your ear, 'No. He is spoken for... by me.' Your body stiffens, recognizing him instantly. Valerius's grip hardens, his stare fixing the interloper with an icy finality. Why must he always insert himself?