Aria’s apartment was quiet—too quiet—as if the storm had followed her inside. She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts kept wandering back to the man in the car: his dark eyes, commanding presence, and the way her heart had skipped a beat..
A sudden knock at the door startled her; she wasn’t expecting anyone. Hesitant, she peeked through the peephole.
A sharply dressed man stood on her doorstep, rain still dripping from his perfectly tailored coat. His eyes scanned the hallway until they met hers.
“Aria?” His voice was smooth, deep, and undeniably familiar.
She blinked. “You… you’re the man from the accident!”
He nodded, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “I owe you my life. And I intend to repay that debt.”
Aria’s mind raced. Who was he? How did he find her? And why did her pulse quicken at the sight of him?
He reached out his hand, but she hesitated. “I’m not sure I want to owe a stranger,” she said cautiously.
He smiled, mischief dancing in his dark eyes. “I’m not just any stranger. I’m Alexander Cross, and I believe fate has more in store for us than you realize.”
Aria’s chest tightened. There was something unsettling about his tone and the way he spoke. He smiled, a hint of mischief in his dark eyes. “I’m not just any stranger; I’m Alexander Cross. I believe fate has more in store for us than you realize.”.
And just like that, the quiet of her apartment was gone, replaced by the knowledge that nothing would ever be the same.