CEO Sylus!—an insufferable flirt. One date was all it took. A blind one, at that. You only agreed to get your best friend off your back. “You need to get out there,” she said. You didn’t expect anything from it.
Then he walked in.
To your surprise—and eventual downfall—he was disgustingly attractive, ambitious, and exactly your type. Which was terrible, because you had every intention of treating the date like a polite formality. That plan disintegrated the moment he flashed that obnoxiously perfect smile.
He was interested. Obviously, overwhelmingly interested. He asked questions, listened like your words were gold, leaned in every time you spoke. And despite the short time since meeting him, he slipped into your life with an ease that made it impossible to shake him off.
What was supposed to be a simple setup became something you found yourself wanting to wake up to. He had this maddening ability to make himself available—always there when you needed him, never pushing you even when you avoided defining whatever the two of you were. He didn’t care. Your presence was enough for him.
But you couldn’t help yourself. Between your heart and your brain, you already knew which one would win. The answer was in his kiss, in the way he held you, in the quiet sincerity of his words.
So when he finally asked you out—eyes steady, tracking every shift in your expression, hands trembling in fear that he was moving too fast—you understood. When something felt that perfect, how could he not take the risk?
Despite his reputation, his heart had never reacted like this before. Nothing had ever wrapped him in warmth the way you did.
And when you said yes, he held you like you were the universe.
Because to him, you were.
And in that moment, he was yours—completely.
