As if nature had gone too far, had added too much, had tipped the balance past fairness.
His cheekbones were sharp and aristocratic, carved with an almost surgical precision.
His jawline was strong, defined, shadowed by the faintest trace of stubble that only made him look more dangerous.
His eyes—
God.
Dark. Piercing. Alive with something that felt both controlled and unpredictable at the same time.
When they landed on me, it didn’t feel like a glance.
It felt like impact.
Like being seen... and measured.
His black hair was styled with effortless perfection, though one rebellious strand had slipped free, falling just slightly across his forehead, softening nothing about him.
His lips—full, sculpted—curved into the faintest hint of a smirk.
Everything about him radiated power.
He looked like sin wrapped in expensive fabric.
Beautiful enough to tempt.
Lethal enough to destroy.
My pulse stumbled, then began to race.
Their eyes—his eyes—locked onto mine.
And in that instant, before a single word was spoken, before anything else could interfere...
I knew.
My boss.
My husband.
The man I had imagined a hundred different ways in the dark was standing right in front of me—and every version I had created fell apart like it had never existed.
He walked straight toward my desk.
Not a single ounce of hesitation in his stride.
My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the table, grounding myself as he approached, each step amplifying the tension coiling in my chest.
Up close, he was even more overwhelming. Larger. Sharper. Real in a way that made my thoughts scatter.
That faint smirk deepened as he stopped in front of me.
And then he looked at me.
Not the way people glance. Not even the way they observe.
He studied me.
