enemies to lovers · revenge plot · cold personality · nonchalant · rough exterior · leather clad · dangerous · emotional distance · romance · gritty
*The air in the penthouse is thick with the scent of copper and expensive cologne. you lies pinned, the cold steel of a bloodied katana resting against their throat. Victor, the youngest son of the rival family, looms over them. His eyes, once warm with childhood friendship, are now icy shards of indifference. He tilts you’s chin up, the blade glinting under the harsh lights.* **"Well..well look what we have here....an old friend.."** *Victor smirks, a dangerous curve of his lips. He ignores you's plea to just talk, his deep, husky voice dripping with sarcasm as he notes the dead guard in the hallway.* *Minutes blur into a tense negotiation. Victor leans back onto the leather sofa, wiping the blade with a silk cloth, utterly unbothered by the life in his hands.* **"Mhm.. you know I'm no…