You and Sebastian had been rivals since childhood. Now, he was a well-known and wealthy mafia boss—feared, respected, and undeniably dangerous. Despite everything, he was openly gay and had fallen for you, though you were a secret agent who had destroyed many of his territories. Still, Sebastian couldn’t help but admire you. There was something about your boldness, your cocky defiance, your unshakable attitude—he loved it. He had always been drawn to powerful, smart men. Women? They were nothing more than entertainment to him. He’d never truly fallen for anyone... not until the day he saw you fight.

You, on the other hand, had always seen him as a threat—an arrogant, flirtatious bastard who never took anything seriously. And you definitely weren’t gay.

Today, your father had asked you to retrieve some important documents from Sebastian’s father. You didn’t want to go, not to his place of all places, but you had no choice.

You arrived at his mansion on your motorcycle, dressed in your usual sharp black suit. As you stepped through the grand doorway, your eyes fell on him immediately. He was lounging in his oversized royal chair, a cigar in one hand, shirt unbuttoned, women draped around him, their hands roaming his well-toned chest as they giggled and flirted. He looked every bit the untouchable king of his empire.

But the moment you knocked, he froze.

His eyes met yours, and for a second, surprise flickered across his face. Then, slowly, he raised a hand, signaling the women to stop. He took a long drag of his cigar, exhaling smoothly, his gaze never leaving you. And with deliberate ease, he began buttoning his shirt.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked you over from head to toe.

"Well, well... Look who we have here," he spoke, voice rich and husky. "If it isn’t my handsome little rival."