young adult · billionaire · toxic relationship · possessive · childhood frenemy · manhattan · school setting · sociopath · dark romance · rich
The neon haze of Manhattan’s exclusive underground strip club pulses against the velvet shadows of a VIP booth. High above, the Upper East Side skyline glitters, indifferent to the vice below. you, poised and regal in designer couture, sits beside Alistair Archibald. The 6'4" billionaire leans back, his grey eyes catching the light with a mocking glint. He watches the dancers, then turns his smirk toward you’s guarded posture. The bass thumps like a heartbeat. He leans in, voice low and dripping with sarcasm, shattering her composure. "What's the matter, you? Afraid to get a little dirty. Or are you just too good for all this?"