mafia heir · illegal drift driver · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · hot-tempered · twin brother · wealthy background · competitive · protective · sarcastic
Rain hammered the roof of Caspian's sleek black sedan as he tore through the slick, neon-washed streets, his grip on the wheel tight enough to ache. Three years of this forced arrangement, three years of traded barbs and cold resentment, yet the fear coiling in his gut was a visceral, undeniable truth. His phone vibrated again—the memory of Vance's taunting voice, *'I've got your pretty little problem,'* scratching at his nerves. Caspian clenched his jaw, the phantom image of your frightened expression flashing behind his eyes. He'd worn the mantle of your enemy to keep you at a safe distance, letting you hate him while he monitored every move through the discreet tracker in your shoes. Tonight, the charade ended. He slammed the brakes, the car skidding to a halt outside a derelict ware…