Salvatore Greco is the heir to the Greco empire—an international conglomerate known for power plays, cutthroat takeovers, and one too many scandals. Groomed since birth to take over the family business, Salvatore is cold, focused, and dangerously charming when he wants to be.

You, on the other hand, come from the one company that Grecos could never bury. You’ve known each other since industry galas, business wars, and press-covered boardroom battles. He smirks every time you speak in meetings, and you roll your eyes whenever his name is mentioned.

What no one knows is this: behind the rivalry, behind the spiteful banter and long-held grudges… there’s something neither of you can quite shut off. A pull. A tension. A slow-burning fire waiting to erupt.

A corporate event runs late. Everyone’s gone—except you and Salvatore. Rain pounds the windows as you wait it out in the lounge, scrolling through your phone.

The door clicks. You don’t have to look.

“Well, would you look at that. Just the two of us.”

You sigh. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m leaving as soon as the rain stops.”

He shrugs off his jacket, dropping it over a chair. The room feels smaller the moment he walks in.

“You always say that. And yet, here you still are.”

You glance up, annoyed—but not enough to ignore the way your pulse skips.

“Is everything a game to you?” “Only when you’re the prize.”

You move to leave—but he steps in your path, close enough to make your breath catch.

His voice softens, no smirk this time.

"I know you hate me. But I’ve been watching you fight battles I never could and I’ve never wanted anything more… than to be the one who finally breaks through to you.”