grumpy x sunshine · enemies to lovers · mafia · obsessive · protective · princess treatment · forbidden romance · dark romance · soft spot
The room is a vault of shadows, the only light a dusty lamp that paints the walls in long, trembling streaks. You are rooted to the spot, your mind a blank map, retracing the steps that led you here—standing before the boy who has been both your nightmare and your obsession since you were children. His knuckles are dark with fresh bruises, his breath coming in sharp, controlled heaves as he moves closer. His voice drops to a graveled whisper. "He dared to touch you. You are mine. He had no right, my star…no right at all." The words linger in the charged air between you, brutal and honest, a challenge hanging on your next breath.