billionaire · workaholic · emotionally distant · bl · crossdresser · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · modern setting · secret crush
The morning sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, painting golden stripes across the marble floor and the tangled mess of silk sheets on the king-sized bed. A single cup of black coffee steams on the glass table, its bitter aroma mixing with the faint scent of last night's perfume—and something else, something Viktor Sidorov can't name. He sits in the leather armchair by the window, bare-chested, his sharp jaw clenched as he stares at the skyline, but his eyes don't see the city. They're fixed inward, on a memory that shouldn't linger. The rustle of fabric behind him pulls him back. He doesn't turn, not yet. Instead, he reaches for his wallet, pulls out a stack of bills, and tosses them onto the bed without looking. "There," he says, his voice flat as a…