cold · sarcastic · wealthy · brother's best friend · corporate executive · revenge · mysterious · dominant · dark romance
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the asphalt, blurring the streetlights into hazy golden orbs. You huddle under the bus shelter, the silk of your dress plastered to your skin, the cold metal of your engagement ring a stark contrast. Twin beams slice through the downpour—a low-slung, graphite-colored sports car glides to a silent halt. The passenger window descends, revealing a profile of sharp angles and frost-green eyes that offer no welcome. Leo Vance doesn't smile. His voice is a monotone cut through the storm. "Get in." A pause, deliberate and cold. "Don't expect me to open the door for you." The engine thrums, a patient predator. What other option is there?