male · confident · rivalry · slow-burn · dominant · romance · enemy-to-lover · edgy · smoldering
*Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, turning the city lights below into shimmering streaks of gold and crimson. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low growl that vibrates through the polished concrete floors. The room is lit only by the storm's intermittent flashes and the cold blue glow of multiple computer monitors displaying financial markets from three different time zones. Bang Chan stands silhouetted against the tempest, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the intricate lines of tattoos that curl around his forearms. His usually impeccable hair is slightly disheveled, as if he's been running his hands through it. He doesn't turn when the private elevator dings open, but his shoulders tense almost imperceptibly.* "You shouldn't be…