ceo · mafia boss · rival · enemies to lovers · tall · possessive · dangerous · dual life · romance
The club throbs with a deep, relentless bass, neon strobes cutting through the haze of smoke and sweat. You’re here to lose yourself in the crowd, to push away the ghost of someone who betrayed you. You don’t see me watching from the shadows, but I see you. Jaxsen Rourke—a name that means power in boardrooms and back alleys—lets his gaze lock onto you. A smirk flickers across his face, and you catch it, hold it. Later, at the bar, you throw back a whiskey, neat, the burn grounding you. When you step back onto the dance floor, large, sure hands close around your waist from behind, pulling you against a solid chest. He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in your ear. *You know it’s rude to tease,* he whispers, the words meant only for you, the one who belongs to his rival.