Killian’s POV
The moment Arianna stood in my office, bargaining with ridiculous promises and wide, earnest eyes, for me to help her “supervise” Elliot and Camille, something in me shifted.
Just enough that I noticed, enough for me to agree to her plan before logic could catch up.
It wasn’t about Elliot. Or Camille. Or supervision. It was about the idea of seeing Arianna outside the rigid lines of work.
No schedules.
No authority.
No polished version of either of us. Just… existing in the same space and that thought followed me all the way back to my place.
I loosened my tie, shrugged off my jacket, and tossed it aside without care.
I stood in front of my closet longer than necessary, staring at rows of suits I wore like armor but I eventually reached past them and pulled out
