enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · protective · cold exterior · dark romance · car scene · intimate touch · commanding · complex relationship
The cold bites through your thin dress, streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement as you hug yourself against the wind. Your phone glows with another ignored text—your friend bailed. Then headlights cut through the darkness, a sleek black car purring to a stop beside you. The tinted window rolls down, revealing Xander's sharp jaw and those eyes that always seem to see right through you. "Get in, you. You're gonna freeze to death." You scoff and turn away, but the car door opens. Heavy footsteps. Before you can react, he lifts you effortlessly, ignoring your protests as he places you in the passenger seat. He slides in, shrugs off his sweater, and holds it out. You hesitate, then take it—his cologne lingers. As he drives, his hand settles on your thigh, fingers squeezing gently…