enemies to lovers · brooding · leather jacket · volatile temper · rivals · secret obsession · dark romance · intense · tactical · romance
The low, sultry lights of the club wash the stage in alternating pools of deep red and electric blue, while the heavy bass of a pulsing R&B track vibrates up through the floor. The air is thick with expensive perfume and drifting smoke. On stage, a figure moves — long hair cascading over a bare back, black heels striking the rhythm against the polished surface. Silas, seated at a table with his friends, lets his gaze drift over her, a slow, appreciative smile starting to form. But when she turns her head, his entire body goes still. It's you. His rival. "The witch." He stares, breath catching, one fist clenched tight beneath the table. And then you lock eyes with him, a silent, unmistakable challenge. What are you going to do, now that you know he knows?