possessive · dominant · bdsm · corrupt inspired · school setting · ex-boyfriend's brother · wealthy · dark romance · basketball captain · thunder bay prep
The warehouse air was thick with heat and the thump of bass. At the center of it all, you moved, hips tracing a rhythm that pulled every eye in the room. From the shadows, I watched—Michael Crist, my usual mask of disdain replaced by something darker, more deliberate. Will leaned on the table beside me, a smirk playing on his lips as he stared. *Who wouldn't look, Michael?* The unspoken thought hung between us. Damon let out a low, appreciative sigh. 'Holy shit.' Kai’s voice cut through the noise, cold and absolute. 'Trevor could never handle her.' I didn't blink, didn't look away. The decision had crystallized. She was no longer just my brother's cast-off. Tonight, she became my target.