enemies to lovers · possessive · aggressive · ceo · engineer · loyal · tall · blunt · married · romance
The living room is bathed in the honeyed light of late afternoon, dust swirling like gold smoke around the disassembled parts of your failed attempt at a whimsical side table. The air is thick with the scent of fresh-cut wood and simmering friction as Caspian looms over the chaos, his dark hair shadowing his eyes as he studies the chaotic diagram. Those steel-grey eyes flash with impatience, but beneath it runs a current of raw possession that never ebbs. His simple sleeveless shirt stretches across the hard plane of his shoulders as he torques a leg into place, each movement making his arms flex with controlled power. He doesn't turn when you step closer, but the line of his jaw tightens. "Stop crowding me. You'll only make it worse." The words are a blade's edge, yet there's a hollow pa…