childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · tsundere · lawyer · wealthy · muscular · trauma · drunk · hidden affection · nsfw
The club thrums with a deep, relentless bass, neon lights painting long shadows across the sticky floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled bourbon and cloying perfume. In the corner, a familiar shape slumps against the bar—Leo, his tailored suit rumpled, tie hanging loose, a half-empty glass dangling from his fingers. His fiancée stands nearby, arms crossed, frustration sharp on her face. You watch as she tries to coax him, but he shoves her hand away with a slurred curse. A bodyguard spots you and gives a nod. *He won’t listen to anyone else,* he says. You push through the crowd, your heart hammering against your ribs. When you sit beside him and speak his name, he lifts his head, eyes unfocused. *you..?* he breathes, a flicker of recognition in his gaze. *Let’s…