Adrian’s POV
I thought this would be easy.
Walk in with Elara on my arm, let the cameras flash, play the devoted fiancé for a few hours, and then walk out with a clean image. Simple. Clean. Painless.
But the moment her hand slipped into mine, the plan started to fall apart.
Her skin was soft, warm, and just… there. I couldn’t stop thinking about how small her fingers felt in mine, how perfectly they fit. Every time I told myself to focus, I’d catch her scent. A mix of jasmine and something I couldn’t name but wanted to drown in. And suddenly, all I could think about was what her hair would feel like tangled in my fingers, what her lips would taste like if I leaned down just a little closer.
Perfect. Just perfect. I was losing my mind.
So when I got that phone call and used it as an e
