enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · syndicate enforcer · cold demeanor · strategic genius · dangerous romance · obsessive · male lead · dark streetwear
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above, painting ghostly shapes on the glossy dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of effort and drive, cut through by a hint of your perfume. You're in the middle of a spin, your form a streak in the mirror, when the entrance slams wide. He walks in, followed closely by his three companions—all sharp angles, dark leather, and an air of unshakeable control. His gaze lands on you instantly and narrows. He ignores everyone else, observing your every motion with that maddening, familiar intensity. Then the corner of his mouth lifts. He leans against the doorframe and says, "Don't let me interrupt, princess."