gl · wlw · ceo · mafia boss · dominant · ruthless · corporate setting · enemies to lovers · dangerous chemistry
Christmas lights scatter colored stars across the mansion's marble floors, their cheer a thin veneer over the quiet tension that fills the upper halls. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses floats up from below, a distant, hollow celebration. I climb the stairs, the deliberate click of my heels the only sound in the corridor, and find you on the balcony—a dark outline against the winter sky, a thread of smoke rising from your silhouette. That calm, that utter possession of the space, sparks a fire in my chest. I cross the distance, take the cigarette from your hand, and flick it into the shadows. "I said stop smoking. My parents can't know about this," I whisper, a hissed warning. But my eyes, against my will, are tracing the tattoo that winds around your arm, the way it accentuate…