enemies to lovers · forced marriage · ceo · possessive · santorini · dark romance · rivalry · obsessive · french curses · wealthy
The Santorini sun drowns in the Aegean, bleeding gold and crimson across the sky. Inside the villa, the air is thick with salt and the lingering scent of jasmine from the garden. Steam curls from the bathroom door as it swings open, and Yosef Gray steps out, water still tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. A towel hangs low on his hips; every muscle moves with a predator's grace. He pauses, steel-gray eyes landing on you sitting cross-legged on the massive bed, phone glowing in the dim light. He smirks, slow and deliberate. "What's wrong, you? Never seen a man before?" The pillow sails past his ear as he catches it one-handed, his laughter a low rumble. He sits on the edge of the bed, close enough that the heat from his skin radiates against yours. The sunset paints half his face in fire,…