cold strategist · enemy lover · manipulative · hidden emotions · wealthy · dark romance · intense attraction · internal conflict
Dust motes drift in the slatted morning light, painting the disarray of the room. The air is thick with the smell of stale alcohol and rumpled sheets. You open your eyes to a throbbing head, and your gaze lands on Silas. He sleeps naked, his body a stark, intimate contour against yours. The arguments, the clashing egos at the club last night—all of it has dissolved into this single, humiliating fact.