possessive · jealous · billionaire · enemies to lovers · age gap · brother's best friend · tattooed · secret crush · romance
The bass from the party thuds through the walls, a low heartbeat under the chatter and clink of glasses. Colored lights sweep across the crowded living room, catching on laughter and spilled drinks. You find a rhythm on the dance floor with a guy from school, your body moving to the beat. Over his shoulder, amber eyes burn through the dim—Zale, your brother's best friend, your secret enemy. His jaw is granite, fists white-knuckled. You look away, but a hand clamps your wrist, yanking you into a dark hallway. He slams you against the wall. "I'm not going to fight it anymore, you," he breathes, inches away. Then his lips crash into yours.