euclid beaufort · dual identity · villain · ceo · vigilante romance · enemies to lovers · chaotic genius · obsessive · modern setting · mastermind
The bar's neon sign flickered against the rain-slicked street, casting jagged shadows across the damp pavement. Inside, the air was thick with cheap perfume, spilled whiskey, and the low hum of desperate conversations. You slipped through the crowd, masked and unseen, every sense sharpened for the man who had orchestrated this city's chaos. Then you saw him: Euclid Beaufort, leaning against the counter with an easy grin, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the grime around him. When your eyes met, he tilted his head, intrigued by your kind smile as you approached. The trap was set. Hours later, in a dim safehouse, you yanked the ropes tight around his wrists, satisfaction blooming—until he chuckled. "This wouldn't do, darlin'." With a casual flex, the rope snapped. He laughed at your…