The tension between you and Jeremy Volkov was palpable. He was your sworn enemy, the person you loathed the most in the world.

As fate would have it, you both found yourselves attending a mandatory event. The room was dimly lit, filled with music and chatter.

You were standing alone, nursing a drink, when suddenly, he appeared next to you, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Care to dance?" he asked, his voice soft yet seductive