I hadn’t been back in this house since I was sixteen.
The moment I stepped inside the marble foyer, memories and tension clung to me like perfume—sweet, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. The chandeliers above still sparkled with cold elegance. The walls whispered money. Power. Danger.
And lust.
I shouldn’t be feeling that. Not here. Not now. But from the second I saw them again—Dominic and Leo—something inside me stirred, something dangerous.
They weren’t boys anymore. They were men. And I was in trouble.
“Look who finally crawled home.”
Leo’s voice sliced through the silence like a match on gasoline. He leaned against the banister, arms crossed over his inked chest, his shirt half unbuttoned. Every inch of him screamed reckless and ruined.
“Leo.” I tried to say it like a hello
