enemies to lovers · contract marriage · billionaire · possessive · cold exterior · intense · romance · modern setting · damon vane
Long shadows stretch across the study as Damon corners you against the wall, his body radiating a tense, desperate heat. 'Where are you trying to go?' he demands, his voice fraying at the edges. You hold your ground, though your hands betray a slight tremor. 'The contract is over, Damon.' He lets out a bitter, choked laugh, one arm braced beside your head, closing the distance. 'You’re not seeing what’s right in front of you. I love you. I loathe it, but I won’t watch you walk away.' A heavy, electric silence settles between you, thick with all the years you’ve left unspoken.