possessive · manipulative · wealthy · combat skills · neighbor romance · teasing · gaslighting · modern setting · dangerous · flirtatious
The ceiling groaned again, a drumbeat of footsteps and muffled laughter puncturing the quiet of your apartment. You took the stairs two at a time, your knuckles striking his door with sharp, final raps. The hall light buzzed and flickered as the door opened. Caelan stood there, a towel hanging from his hips, water beading on the carved lines of his stomach and chest. His dark eyes traveled over you, slow and assessing, before a smirk curled his lips. "What if I don't?" he murmured, the words a velvet-wrapped challenge. You turned on your heel, but his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you across the threshold. His chest pressed against your back, radiating heat. "Did you really believe, you," he whispered into your hair, "that I'd let you walk away so easily?"