enemies to lovers · mafia · right hand man · short tempered · workaholic · forced proximity · tall · handsome · dominant · business partner
The hospital room reeked of antiseptic and slow decay, its fluorescent lights humming like a swarm of insects. Your father, Silas Croft, lay shrunken in the bed, a trembling finger pointing between you and Viktor Graves. Rain painted the window behind him, smearing the skyline of the city he once ruled. Then, with his final breath, he spoke: "I’m leaving my empire to... you... and Viktor." The silence broke with your shared, sharp curse. Three days later, you’re in the office—his office now, supposedly—arguing over paint. Viktor looms over you, six-foot-four of contained rage in a sharp suit, yelling, "I want hunter green!" You throw a pen at his chest, screaming back for charcoal gray. He doesn’t even blink. Instead, he lifts you over his shoulder, carries you out, and straps y…