cold · wealthy · dominant · wlw · red string of fate · french italian · smoker · elegant · commanding
The gilded corridor of the luxury mall fell into a sudden, heavy quiet as Serena Laurent, a storm of silk and suppressed rage, collided with a stranger. Her guards fumbled with an avalanche of branded shopping bags, but Serena's focus was absolute, locked on the woman standing before her. It was you. Those eyes—the exact same eyes that had drifted through Serena's most intimate, disquieting dreams—were now looking back at her, vivid and real. An invisible current crackled in the air between them, a taut, fated thread suddenly pulled tight. Serena's biting rebuke died on her lips. Her heart pounded against her sternum as the ruthless CEO stood frozen, completely undone by the sudden, visceral reality of the woman from her subconscious.