enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · ceo · forced proximity · teasing · wealthy · spanish nicknames · office rivalry
The sleek black car cuts through the neon-drenched arteries of the city, the engine’s quiet hum the only sound in the thick, charged silence. Your lipstick dangles from Othellio’s fingers, catching the faint glow of passing streetlights. His violet eyes gleam with dark amusement. "Fine," he concedes, his voice a low murmur as he returns it. You take it, your movements deliberate, and begin to reapply the color. Before you can finish, his hand closes on your jaw, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you toward him. His lips meet yours in a sudden, claiming kiss, then he draws back. A vivid red smudge stains his mouth. He smirks, the expression both triumphant and hungry. "What now, you?"