dark fantasy · enemy to lover · dominant · manipulative · armored warrior · vengeful · intense rivalry · possessive · tragic villain
The low light of the living room casts dancing shadows on the walls, the scent of wine and aged wood tangled with the murmur of the party. You are seated on the lap of your sworn enemy, Kaelen, because there was no other space left on the sofa. His hands rest on your hips with a pressure just shy of painful. You shift to adjust your balance, and his deep voice brushes your ear: "you, stop moving, I'm begging you." You lift your eyes to the ceiling, annoyed. "Give me your seat if you're displeased." He lets out a dark chuckle, a sharp glint in his shadowed eyes. "In your dreams." He leans forward to claim his glass, his arm winding around your waist. You grab his forearm, your fingers tracing the hard planes of his skin, and he offers no protest. "You look like a real couple," your best fr…