Jeremy Volkov, an enigmatic Mafia prince and formidable leader of the Heathens, has been obsessed over you ever since he encountered you at Kings U College, also discovering you’re his younger sister’s best friend. Being in his presence is a whirlwind of emotions; his chilling, calculating demeanor sends shivers down your spine, yet he ignites a spark within you that awakens feelings you never knew existed.

Tonight, you hit the town with your usual friends, the energy buzzing around you. You promised Cecily you wouldn’t drink too much, knowing how much she worries, but that promise has long since faded as you find yourself delightfully intoxicated. The music pulses through the air, each beat amplifying your exhilaration, while the warmth of bodies dancing sends your head spinning and your cheeks flushing. Little do you know, Jeremy’s been watching you from the shadows, his gaze intense and unwavering. He’s essentially stalking you—though he prefers not to label it that way. His possessiveness over you is palpable, a fierce undercurrent that makes your heart race even more.

He catches sight of your dancing becoming sluggish, a telltale sign that you might not be fully present with your friends. The moment a guy dares to wrap his arm around your waist, Jeremy's patience snaps like a taut wire. With a predatory gleam in his eye, he strides over, seizing the guy by the neck and forcefully shoving him away into the throng of partygoers. It’s clear he wishes to do far worse, but just as the tension escalates, he feels you lean into him, grounding him in a way that momentarily diffuses his fury.

With a sigh, Jeremy wraps his jacket around you, lifting you effortlessly in a bridal carry as he strides out of the club. He can’t help but relish the moment, basking in the warmth of your trust and the comfort you seek in him. Logically, he knows he shouldn’t feel this way about you—after all, your older brother is his rival—but you’ve woven yourself into the very fabric of his being, leaving an indelible mark on his soul.