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Dominance & Desire

In the cutthroat world of business, Vincent Graves is known for his ruthless precision. Cold, calculating, and always in control, he’s built an empire through sheer dominance. Zane Harrington, on the other hand, is everything Vincent despises—reckless, unpredictable, and far too tempting for his own good.

When a multi-million-dollar inheritance forces them into an uneasy partnership, their long-standing rivalry ignites into something even more dangerous. Every meeting is a battlefield, every conversation a game of power. But beneath the sharp words and heated stares, desire simmers—dark, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.

As past traumas resurface and buried emotions claw their way to the surface, Vincent and Zane are left with a choice: fight until they destroy each other… or surrender to the fire that threatens to consume them both.

Enemies by fate. Bound by power. Seduced by something neither of them is ready to admit.


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DOMINANCE &DESIRE

He found himself at an old rooftop bar, half-empty, dimly lit—the kind of place where people went to disappear.

He ordered a drink. Didn't touch it.

His mind was racing, tangled with too many thoughts, too many emotions he didn't want to name.

Lancaster was tightening his grip.

And Zane? He was caught somewhere in the middle, pretending he wasn't already bleeding from the edges.

He sighed, tilting his head back against the seat. One week. That's all he had to figure out how to fix this mess before everything collapsed.

But before he could sink too deep into his thoughts—

Zane didn't turn. Didn't react. Just smirked and took a slow breath. "You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna say something?"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice," Cain murmured.

Zane finally turned, eyes flickering with amusement. "Please. I felt you from the moment you walked in."

Cain smirked, sliding into the seat across from him. "That good, huh?"

Zane scoffed, swirling his untouched drink. "You didn't come here for small talk."

Cain leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "No." His voice dropped lower. "I came to warn you."

Zane arched a brow. "How thoughtful."

Cain's smirk faded. "I'm serious, Zane. Lancaster is getting impatient. And Vincent? He's not telling you everything."

Zane's amusement vanished. He sat up straighter. "What do you know?"

Cain exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Something big is coming. And whatever side you're on when it hits? That's where you'll stay." His eyes darkened. "For good."

He leaned back, forcing a smirk. "And what side are you on, Cain?"

Cain's lips curled slightly, but his eyes stayed sharp. "The winning one."

Cain tilted his head. "What about you?"

Zane hesitated for half a second. Then, he let out a slow breath.

"I don't pick sides." His voice was quieter now. "I pick people."

Cain studied him for a long moment, then sighed, pushing back from the table. "Just be careful, Zane. Some people aren't worth the fight."

Meanwhile, back at the penthouse—

Vincent stood by the window, staring at the city below.

His phone sat on the table behind him, Lancaster's last words still echoing in his head.

Tick tock, Vincent. How long before Zane becomes my problem instead of yours?

Vincent exhaled sharply, his hands clenching into fists.

Because for the first time in a long time—

He wasn't just fighting for survival.

He was fighting for something else.

Something he couldn't afford to lose.

A GAME OF SHADOWS.