Ivy's POV
I find him in the hallway, right outside his office, where the walls reek of silence and power and untold sins.
The light is soft, sunset bleeding through the windows like molten gold, casting shadows that dance along his body. He stands there with his tie halfway undone, his fingers curled around it like he’s trying to strangle the day out of himself.
God, he looks wrecked.
But in that delicious, brutal way. Like he's been carrying the weight of the world... and could crush it with those hands if he really wanted to.
So damn serious. So f*****g tense. It makes me want to ruin him.
“Alexander,” I purr, slow and syrupy like honey on hot skin.
He doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t even flinch.
“Not now, Ivy,” he mutters, jaw tight, eyes fixed on some invisible demon in front of h
