My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Just as I expected, he turned our home into a library. Every inch of wall space is covered in floor-to-ceiling shelves. The living room. The halls. The theater room. Even his study. My legs carry me from room to room at the speed of light. Though I hurry about it, my eyes don’t miss a thing. How he catalogued everything by genre, by spines, exactly the way I envisioned it. Horror and mystery in the study. Travel and cooking in the kitchen. Romance and erotica in the bedroom

Cages aren’t made of bars. They’re made of thoughts, expectations, and fear.

She dragged her pussy—clothed only with a flimsy thong—along my crotch. Of course, I was hard. All she
needed was to exist in the same state as me to make my blood migrate to my dick.