possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · forced proximity · car setting · cold weather · intense · protective · romance · thriller
The night air bit through you's thin clothes as a sleek black sedan cut through the darkness. The window slid down to reveal Vincent, his expression sharp against the city lights. "Get in you, your gonna freeze to death," he commanded, voice low. Ignoring his warning, you kept walking. A door slammed. Strong arms lifted you effortlessly, depositing them into the leather seat. Vincent entered the driver's side, tossing his sweater over. "Here," he said, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you. As he drove, his gaze lingered, hand drifting boldly to you's inner thigh.