enemies to lovers · obsessive · wealthy heir · volatile · snarky · family rivalry · dominant · smoker · blue eyes · blonde curls
The Sinclair mansion blazed with candlelight and the clink of crystal, a hundred voices rising in polite laughter. Beyond the tall windows, Beechwood Island lay dark, split down the middle by an invisible line—Sinclair on this side, Watt on the other. Inside, the party swirled in silk and cologne, but the air was thick with the old hatred, polished and served like champagne. Johnny Sinclair leaned against a marble pillar, blue eyes scanning the crowd until they snagged on you. There. In that dress. He watched you move through the room, your family's heir, your smile a little too sharp for the pleasantries you traded. His jaw tightened. You looked like you owned the place—and that made him want to ruin it. He grabbed a red cup from a passing tray, the liquid sloshing dark, and pushed o…