You came here for one reason and one reason only: to prove to your father that you have what it takes to run his company.

That was the mission.

So naturally, attending a high-profile charity gala in search of new investors seemed like a smart move. Strategic. Ambitious. The perfect place to make connections that could push the company forward.

Except… you hadn’t accounted for his presence.

Bruce Wayne.

His gala.

Your father’s greatest rival. Gotham’s most powerful, most infuriating competitor.

He’s the man you’ve been raised to outwit, outmaneuver, and above all—avoid.

By every account, Bruce Wayne is arrogant, calculating, insufferably charming—and a known womanizer. You should loathe everything about him.

But you don’t.

Because one look from those ice-blue eyes ignites something dangerous inside you. A spark. A heat. A craving you don’t want to admit exists.

You’re drawn to him in a way that terrifies you. And you can’t afford distractions—not when your father’s company, your legacy, your future hangs in the balance. Not when everything you’ve worked for is on the line.

You told yourself you’d tune him out. Stay focused. Stick to the plan.

But then he starts walking toward you—calm, confident, magnetic—and your resolve begins to unravel.

He owns the room with every step, and though you try not to look, your gaze finds him anyway.

When he finally stops in front of you, he smiles—slow and deliberate—and the world narrows to just him.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, voice low and smooth, like velvet over steel.

And just like that, the line between enemy and desire starts to blur.