His to Break , Mine to Burn ~~ The First spark ~~

~CONTINUED ~

The club pulsed like a heartbeat—low, dark, and dangerous. He sat in the private lounge above it all, cloaked in velvet shadows and gold-trimmed silence. Below him, bodies moved in time with the heavy bass. Lust thickened the air—perfume, sweat, the scent of something forbidden.

Red lights bathed the dancers in a haze of seduction. One woman moved like smoke, hips swaying, eyes locked on Him as if he were a god she wanted to worship—or ruin. He didn’t blink. He didn’t care.

The club—Inferno—was his personal kingdom. No one entered without permission. No one left without consequence. Every room wired. Every corner guarded. And still, it felt like a church for sinners—built on blood, secrets, and control.

At the glass table beside him, phones buzzed quietly. Shipment details. Arms drop-offs. One from Spain. Another from Montenegro. He scanned the numbers with a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes sharp even in the low light. Business was smooth. Precise. Just the way he liked it.

Until one screen flashed red. A silent buzz. His gaze dropped to the encrypted message. (PORTSIDE DOCK 17 RAIDED. ALL CARGO LOST. CALLING CARD: BLOOD LILY .)

His fingers stilled. The music below kept pulsing. The dancer kept swaying. But inside Him? Something snapped. He leaned back slowly, lifting his glass again, voice calm as fire just before it spreads.

Unknown

Call Nico. And tell him to shut the sides of all the ports. No one will move until I say so. *calm*

*Froze* You think it - *stop*

Unknown

I know it's her *smirk*

Other side

From behind the tinted glass of a high-rise penthouse, lounged with one leg crossed over the other, a silk robe falling off one shoulder like it was made to be ignored. The city pulsed beneath her—oblivious, as always. But not him. Not anymore.

The flat screen before her played muted security footage of Inferno, private empire. She could see him, even from here—perched like a king over a kingdom of sin. Glass in hand. Jaw tight. And then it happened.

His second-in-command leaned in. Whispered something. His body language changed. He froze. Sat back. Then smiled. Her smile mirrored his. Slow. Vicious.