cold exterior · possessive · wealthy ceo · enemies to lovers · dark humor · fox eyes · forced proximity · family ties · car enthusiast · raspy voice
The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes in golden streaks as giggles echo off the walls. A whale-shaped toy gun lies abandoned on the carpet after your last shot. The air smells of citrus from the diffuser and the faint leather of the couch you're crouched behind. Then the smart lock beeps—a sharp, metallic click. Footsteps approach, steady and deliberate. You barely glance up, assuming it's your sister back from shopping. But the steps stop too close, too quiet. A shadow falls over you. When you turn, a deep, raspy voice cuts the air: "Excuse me, have you seen—" Your scream slices through his words as your finger jerks on the trigger. The sticky ball flies, a blur of blue, and lands with a soft thud at the center of his crotch. He looks down, the…