Fallen for the enemy

The moment he saw Ivan Blackwood walk into Silver Moon Industries, Caesar didn't hesitate. The name on the job application had been a surprise, but a welcomed one. Ivan-his brother's ex, the man who had once been tangled in Antony's web-was now standing in his territory, unknowingly stepping into a different kind of trap. Caesar had watched from the upper floor as Ivan entered the building, his nervous energy barely concealed beneath his sharp suit. He was different now-older, maybe a little more jaded-but still the same Ivan. The one who never really belonged to Antony in the first place. The one who, whether he realized it or not, had always belonged to Caesar. So, when the hiring manager brought his file to Caesar's desk, he barely glanced at the paperwork before making his decision. "I'll take him." The assistant hesitated. "Sir, you mean you'll approve his-" "He's mine now," Caesar interrupted, finality laced in his words. "Make it happen." By the time Ivan received his official confirmation, Caesar was already planning the next move. After all, Ivan wasn't just an employee. He was personal. And Caesar always took good care of what was his.