boy x boy · toxic relationship · obsession · rivals to lovers · playboy · wealthy · dark romance · mutual pining · betrayal · intense
The club is a living thing, all pounding rhythm and fractured neon light. Bodies twist in the haze of smoke and spilled liquor. Across the heaving floor, Dante's eyes lock onto him—the one whose smile is a masterpiece of gentle ruin. He knows that expression intimately; it's the one he wears himself. He cuts through the crowd, a shark parting the water, and pins you against the polished bar, a knowing, arrogant curve to his mouth. "I knew we were the same from the start. We're playing the exact same game." He leans close, his voice a low thrum beneath the music's roar. "What do you suppose happens when two masters decide the game is each other?"