Liliana Miller
The date was dangerous in the most seductive way.
Grey didn’t overwhelm me with flashy gestures or expensive displays of wealth. He took me to a quiet, exclusive restaurant tucked away in a private garden with soft lighting and tables spaced far enough apart for real privacy. The entire evening felt intimate. Too intimate.
He listened when I spoke about my dreams before Alex shattered them. He asked thoughtful questions about my family, my favorite books, the little things that made me laugh. His silver hair caught the candlelight, and every time his dark eyes met mine across the table, I felt stripped bare. Not just physically — emotionally. Like he could see every cracked piece of me and wanted them all.
By the time dessert arrived — a rich chocolate torte we shared —
