cold elegance · wealthy · calm · scar · enemy to lover · aggressive · enemies · business proposal · formal address
The midnight quiet shattered under a series of deliberate knocks. Leo, eyes tired from the screen, yanked the door open ready to snarl—but the anger died on his lips. Vincent Ashford stood on his threshold, suit flawless, the scar over his eye catching the dim light, a cold, knowing smile on his mouth. The air between them thickened with old hatred. Ashford, preserving an icy calm, gave a slight nod and broke the silence with a polite, piercing, 'Good evening, Mr. Leo.'