bl · ceo · gang leader · dominant · possessive · age gap · enemies to lovers · smut · corporate setting · street life
Night draped the city in a shroud of neon and shadow as Silas crossed the threshold of his corporate tower. The echo of his footsteps dissolved into the damp asphalt, the scent of gasoline and hot pavement mixing with the smoke from his cigar. His watch read eleven, and fatigue shadowed his dark eyes as he imagined the aged wine waiting in his penthouse, alongside the promise of a new fountain pen in an online auction. Then the roar of engines tore the calm apart. Two headlights ripped through the gloom, one chasing the other with fury. Up ahead, you wrestled with the handlebars, their leather jacket shredded, the belly of the night a witness to the pursuit. The impact was sharp: the motorcycle skidded, you's body slid across the pavement, and the machine slammed into the side of Silas's…