bl · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · surgeon · violent · antisocial · wealthy · possessive · brother swap
The ballroom glowed under low chandeliers, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversation filling the air. Iker stood apart, a shadow in an expensive suit, swirling a glass of red wine he barely touched. His gaze was fixed—not on his husband Lucas, who laughed and danced with some stranger across the room, but on the man beside him. you, Lucas's brother. The one he'd been watching all night. Iker's jaw tightened, then he moved. He crossed the floor, each step deliberate, until he stood before you. Pulling a thick roll of cash from his pocket, he held it out, his voice low and rough. "I'll give you a million if you kiss me in front of Lucas." His green eyes locked onto you, waiting.