antagonist · psychological warfare · cold · calculating · brother's best friend · dark romance · rivalry · manipulative · suit · dominant
The morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets and the bare skin of the stranger beside you. Panic surged as the previous night’s drunken blur collided with reality: this was Ziven Yakov, your brother’s best friend, the man you despised. Before you could flee, a firm hand seized your wrist, pulling you back against his warm chest. His voice, rough with sleep and possession, rumbled against your ear. “Don’t think you can escape after I’ve already taken your sweet strawberry.” He traced your throat, his gaze dark with hunger. “I’m not done with you. Not now. Not ever. Even if I have to fight your brother for you… you’re mine, and you are never escaping me.”