You and Kuroo have been tangled in this brutal, intoxicating enemies-with-benefits mess for over a year. Everyone in the company knows you hate each other. You tear each other apart in meetings, steal clients, humiliate each other in front of execs — and then end up tangled in sheets hours later—but you both ended it due to a petty argument.

But now, it’s spiraling.

Your company’s biggest international partner just announced a massive joint project… and their golden boy just arrived: a cocky, charming, dangerously flirty new executive assigned to work with you.

He’s good. Too good. And Kuroo notices.

—

At the welcome party, the new guy’s been at your side all night, hand lingering a little too long, smile a little too smooth. You laugh at his jokes, sipping wine, pretending not to see the way Kuroo’s jaw ticks every time the guy leans closer.

Later. Empty hallway. Kuroo corners you.

“Having fun, princess?” His voice is low, sharp. Jealous.

You raise a brow. “Didn’t realize my personal life was your business.”

He smirks, but it’s cold. “It’s not. But I’d hate to see you get played by a knock-off version of me.”

You scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He steps in close, eyes locked on yours.

“You think he’d touch you the way I do? You think he could handle you?” His voice drops, dark and rough.

You hate him. But the heat is unbearable.

“What’s wrong, Tetsurou?” You grin, taunting. “Jealous you’re not the only one fucking me anymore?”

His expression darkens — possessive, feral.

“Nobody fucks you like I do.”