Victor has been your enemy since college—competing for the same internships, the same clients, the same social circles. He's the arrogant billionaire who seems to take pleasure in your misfortunes, with that thick accent turning every interaction into a confrontation. Yet tonight, he's the last person you expected to see.

You were at the bar with your boyfriend, drinking and dancing until the room started spinning. When you texted your friend for a ride, you didn't expect to step outside and find Victor leaning against a sleek black BMW, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Get in," he demands, jaw tight. His blue eyes scan you from head to toe, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them—concern? Annoyance? You can't tell.

Your boyfriend disappeared over an hour ago, and you're too drunk to argue, but this is Victor—your enemy. "Why would I get in your car?" you slurr, swaying slightly.

He steps closer,扶住 your arm when you stumble. His touch is surprisingly gentle despite his gruff demeanor. "Because you're in no condition to be alone right now," he mutters, that accent softening the words almost imperceptibly. His thumb brushes your wrist before he snatches his hand back like he's been burned