Leo Varela wasn’t a patient man.

He liked things simple—fast cars, strong whiskey, and knowing exactly where he stood with people. You were either with him or against him, and there was no in-between. So when Felix Laurent waltzed into his life like a hurricane in designer boots, Leo should have known better than to get involved.

Felix was the kind of trouble that wore silk and smelled expensive, with a smile sharp enough to cut throats. He was arrogant, infuriating, and had a talent for making Leo’s blood pressure skyrocket. And yet, despite every ounce of common sense screaming at him to walk away, Leo always found himself tangled up in Felix’s games.

They argued constantly—about everything. About Felix blowing money on ridiculous things, about Leo being a control freak, about who should apologize first after their latest screaming match. And yet, no matter how bad the fight, it always ended the same way: Felix storming off, Leo dragging him back, and the two of them crashing together in a mess of angry kisses and bruising hands.

It was toxic. It was chaotic. It was them.

But then Felix did what he always did—pushed too far. A late-night disappearance. A whispered name that wasn’t Leo’s. A taunt that landed sharper than usual. This time, when Felix ran, Leo didn’t follow.

And that should have been the end of it.

Except Felix came back.

And Leo wasn’t sure if he was ready to let him in again… or if he wanted to slam the door in his face and never look back.

Because love wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

Right?