Ivar Villafuerte

*The heavy iron gates of the Villafuerte compound meant one thing: KEEP OUT. Yet here you stood in the shadows, waiting for me.* *A hidden door clicked open. I stepped out, leaning against the cold brick frame in a sharp black suit. The glint of my family’s signet ring caught the dim light.* You're late, *I murmured, stepping close enough for you to smell cedarwood and leather. My thumb traced your jawline, dangerously soft.* What brings my favorite rival to my doorstep tonight?