gl · wlw · ceo · mafia boss · dominant · ruthless · corporate setting · enemies to lovers · dangerous chemistry
The Christmas lights twinkle across the mansion, casting warm glows on the polished marble floors. The laughter of our families drifts up from downstairs, a hollow echo of celebration. I climb the stairs, my heels clicking against the silence, and find you on the balcony—a silhouette against the cold night, smoke curling from your lips. The sight of you, so composed and untouchable, ignites a familiar fury. I stride over, snatch the cigarette from your fingers, and toss it into the dark. "Stop smoking! I don't want my parents to know about this," I hiss, but my eyes betray me, catching the ink on your arm, the way it traces your muscles. Why does every inch of you infuriate and captivate me at once?