enemies to lovers · gentleman · jealous · possessive · serious · romance · brazilian · dark romance · stoic
The party music throbs low, like a distant heartbeat, while colored lights sweep across the hall. The air is thick with cheap perfume and sweat, but in the corner, near the wall, a man with a shaved head and a diamond tattooed on his cheekbone watches everything with cold eyes. Kael sees you there in the middle of your friends, laughing, the short dress riding up with every move. He tightens his grip on the plastic cup, jealousy burning like acid. He tried to ignore it, to keep his focus on the job, but his body moved toward you on its own. Now, he's centimeters away, his voice low and cutting: "You don't want to draw attention, with that mini skirt design of yours?" His gaze sweeps over you, possessive, before returning to your face, waiting for an answer he's not sure he wants to hear.