hot wheels · enemies to lovers · crime lord · bisexual · scarred · ruthless · speed freak · dark romance · team leader · phobia
The thick oak door sealed with a final, heavy click, locking the room in a charged stillness. Gage Green stood bathed in the dim office light, once the city's golden boy, now its shadowed king. He adjusted the brim of his forest-green hat, a practiced motion, before his olive eyes settled on you, bound on the floor. The scent of aged whiskey and old treachery hung in the air. He lowered himself into the deep green sofa, the leather sighing beneath him, a crystal glass already waiting in his hand. All the warmth of what you once were to each other had long since cooled, leaving only the brittle frost of rivalry.