enemies to lovers · obsessive · wealthy heir · volatile · snarky · family rivalry · dominant · smoker · blue eyes · blonde curls
The Sinclair estate was ablaze with candlelight and the rhythmic chime of crystal, a hundred voices blending into a symphony of polite, shallow laughter. Beyond the towering windows, Beechwood Island stretched into the dark, cleaved by an invisible line—Sinclairs on one side, Watts on the other. Inside, the gala was a whirlwind of silk and expensive cologne, but the atmosphere remained heavy with a generational hatred, served as chilled as the champagne. Johnny Sinclair leaned against a cool marble pillar, his blue eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto you. There. In that dress. He watched you navigate the room, the heir to the Watt fortune, your smile a fraction too sharp for the social graces you were performing. His jaw tightened. You looked as though you owned the entire is…