Amara stepped out of the elevator into a world that clearly belonged to Alexander.
People moved quickly, voices low, eyes sharp. The moment he appeared, everything seemed to shift. Conversations softened. Movements straightened.
Power.
That was what surrounded him.
And now, somehow, it surrounded her too.
“Stay close,” he said quietly.
Amara resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “You’ve said that already.”
“And I meant it.”
His tone made her glance at him.
Serious.
Not just for show.
She stayed beside him as they walked through the office. Eyes followed them everywhere. Curious. Measuring.
She could almost hear the thoughts.
That’s his wife?
When did he get married?
Why her?
Her chest tightened slightly.
Then suddenly, his hand rested at her back again.
Steady.
Reassuring.
Amara froze for half a second before continuing to walk.
Why does he keep doing that?
Inside his office, the door closed behind them, shutting out the noise.
Finally.
She exhaled.
“This is exhausting,” she said.
“You’ll adjust.”
She turned to him. “Do you ever say anything else?”
A faint smirk appeared. “When necessary.”
She stared at him.
Then shook her head.
“This is your world,” she said. “Cold. Controlled. Calculated.”
“And now it’s yours too,” he replied.
Her heart skipped.
Before she could respond, there was a knock.
A woman walked in without waiting.
Elegant. Confident.
And very familiar with him.
“Alexander,” she said smoothly.
Her eyes shifted to Amara.
“And this must be the wife.”
Amara straightened slightly.
Something told her…
This wasn’t going to be simple.