The whiskey was smooth, the city lights shimmering beyond the glass railing. The quiet hum of the rooftop bar gave them a sense of isolation, as if they were the only two people in Tokyo.
Elisia studied Liam over the rim of her glass. He was still composed, still guarded—but there was something different in his posture, in the way his fingers tapped against the table, slow and thoughtful.
For the first time since meeting him, she realized she wasn’t looking at Liam Snowdon, the untouchable CEO.
She was just looking at Liam.
And for some reason, that made this moment feel more dangerous than anything else.
Elisia leaned back, stretching her legs out slightly beneath the table. “So, what’s the plan?”
Liam’s brow arched slightly. “Plan?”
She smirked. “You always have one, don’t you? Ev
