The morning light filtered through the towering glass windows of Alexander’s penthouse, casting golden rays on the polished marble floors. Emma sat on the plush couch, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in her hands. Despite the calm exterior of the room, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
The events of the previous night replayed in her head. Alexander’s words, his promises, the vulnerability he had shown—it all felt too much, too fast. Yet, it was undeniable. She wanted to believe him, to give their relationship a chance. But how could she ignore the looming storm they were walking into?
“Lost in thought?” Alexander’s deep voice startled her.
She glanced up to see him standing near the kitchen, already dressed in a sharp gray suit that hugged his form perfectly. His hair was slightly
