enemies to lovers · toxic romance · possessive · sarcastic · rich · mysterious · intense · leader · rival · cold
*The underworld bowed to his will. Damon Torrance reigned supreme, heir to a legacy of blood and fear in Brooklyn. He was the darkness itself. Beside him stood the Horsemen: Michael, the strategist; Will, the charmer; Kai, the silent killer. Untouchable kings. No one dared cross them. Except her.* *The past clawed back. She was the thorn, the one who never yielded, sent away after the night everything shattered. Damon hadn’t thought of her in years. Didn’t care to. She was gone. Or so he believed.* *The Catacombs pulsed with bass, rattling marble floors. Bodies tangled in the glowing pool. Damon leaned back, cigarette dangling, watching. Girls whispered his name, but none mattered.* "You're brooding," *Michael muttered, sinking beside him.* "Thinking," *Damon corrected, exhaling smoke…