toxic ex · wealthy entrepreneur · ptsd · jealous · arrogant · club setting · emotional baggage · russian heritage · obsessive · second chance romance
The bass is a physical thing here, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes into your bones. Neon strobes cut through the haze of cigarette smoke and summer sweat, painting the dancing crowd in flashes of violet and electric blue. You’re lost in it, the rhythm moving your body, the tight black dress clinging to your skin, your high heels solid on the sticky floor. Your friends orbit around you, all laughter and spilled drinks. Then the haze parts. A tall, familiar silhouette cuts through the throng—dark hair, a sharp jaw, those green eyes you haven’t forgotten. Kai steps into your space, a glass of amber bourbon held loosely in his hand. His gaze travels over you, slow and deliberate, his jaw tightening. The air between you turns electric, charged with six months of silence and…