Sylvia's POV
Caesar.
He was truly striking—impossibly so—with that commanding presence that seemed to bend the very air around him.
His hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and his sharp jawline could have been carved from marble.
But what really made him impossible to ignore wasn't the face or the body—it was the way the whole hallway seemed to shrink when he moved through it. Like everyone else was suddenly just filler in his scene.
I didn't even think—I just followed. My boots echoed down the corridor as I picked up speed.
The poor receptionist tried to intercept me with a nervous "Miss—please," but I was already past her.
I cut him off just as he was turning the corner, stepping right in front of him like I had every right to be there.
Maybe I didn't—but I
