The car rolled past the edge of the city, where the towers of glass and steel gave way to a quieter stretch. The skyline dimmed behind them, surrendering its brilliance to a road that grew narrower with every turn. Neon signs faded into memory, replaced by dim streetlights that flickered at intervals, their glow weak but sufficient to sketch the outlines of houses lined neatly along the sublane. The air seemed different here, less perfumed by exhaust, tinged instead with the scent of cut grass and the faint dampness of evening dew. Tatiana sat rigidly in the passenger seat. Her fingers coiled nervously in her lap, twisting together, releasing, then knotting again. She had asked Xander—once, twice—where they were going. He hadn’t answered, not directly. He had only given her the faintest smile. That silence lingered now, wrapped tight around them, pressing on her chest like an unspoken truth. When the car slowed, her heart jumped. Xander turned them down a narrower lane, one so
The theatre screen flickered, but neither of them saw it. The movie’s monsters, the screams, the gasps of the crowd—all of it bled into nothing. The real scene was playing between them, a far quieter, far more dangerous script. Tatiana sat frozen, her breath catching as Xander’s fingers brushed through her hair and tucked a stray strand behind her ear. Her skin tingled at the touch, warmth flooding beneath the surface as though her body had betrayed her nerves. She dared not meet his gaze. Her lashes lowered, her eyes locked on the floor as if staring into him would unravel her completely. Xander studied her, his chest rising in slow, deliberate breaths. The control he had built his life on—the steel wall around his emotions, the fortress no one was permitted to breach—had all crumbled tonight—the wall was now lying in pieces. She had walked into his territory without permission, yet he wasn't ready to stop her. The fact was, he was enjoying how she was majestically stepping int
The theatre faded. The movie was gone. The crowd, the sound, the flickering lights—none of it mattered. All that existed for him was her. “Will you be okay… or should we go home.” Xander's voice was calm, soft, and lower than he meant it to be. A tone reserved for her, and only her. Tatiana lifted her head slowly, as if testing whether she could even bring herself to move. Her hair brushed against his shoulder. The soft scent of her perfume drifted upward with her nervous breaths, delicate and sweet, like something that belonged only to her. It filled his senses, claiming space inside him where nothing else had ever lingered. Then their faces were suddenly so close. Closer than either had anticipated. Close enough that her eyes caught his eyes in the dim glow, and refused to let go. Tatiana's lashes fluttered once before stilling. Her breath mingled with Xander's—warm, uneven, fragile. For one suspended heartbeat, neither of them moved. Their eyes clung together, silent but spea
The sedan rolled to a halt before the glittering glass entrance of the company. Tatiana sat in the car, dressed in a soft blue dress that brushed her knees. The fabric hugged her gently, simple yet elegant, paired with a casual pair of flats. Her hair framed her face in loose waves, and the natural light softened her features, giving her an effortless, understated beauty. She tugged her shawl tighter around her shoulders, steadying her nerves. David got out, glancing at Xander who stood by the entrance, waiting. “Do you want me to drive you two tonight?” “No need. I’ll drive.” Tatiana blinked, her surprise hidden poorly. Xander? Driving? The thought unsettled her, but before she could process it, Xander was already striding toward the doors. "It's showtime." Karl teased, clapping Xander on the shoulder in a way that was both affectionate and conspiratorial. “Give her a proper night, yeah? Don’t mess it up.” Then flashed a grin at Tatiana. “Goodbye, sister-in-law. I hope you en
“Wait… did you just roll your eyes at me?”Tatiana froze, pulse racing under the weight of his cold stare. Her hand trembled around her purse.Just then, the waiter appeared at the table, clearing his throat politely.“Good afternoon once again, Mr. Michelle. May I now take your order? Or the usual?”As silence fell again, Xander straightened in his seat. His expression reset, cold and composed, the CEO mask snapping firmly back into place. Tatiana recognized it instantly—the wall he always built.“Two steak entrées. Medium rare. A bottle of red. That will be all.” His cold voice resonated, anger beneath the surface at the interruption.The waiter, feeling the piercing glare, left quickly and rushed away from Xander's stern stare.But when Xander glanced at Tatiana, his face relaxed a bit.Yet, before she could stop herself, she whispered:“…Yes.”For the first time that afternoon, she saw Xander blink. The smirk faltered, shock flickering across his face. Tatiana swallowed, forcing
“You deserve to be seen.” Tatiana's eyes widened in shock. Heat rose along her neck. She pressed her palms together in her lap to still their trembling, but her lips parted in a small, startled smile. Xander’s gaze dipped, catching the faint curve of her smile, then rose to meet her eyes again. His hand twitched against the table as if fighting itself. For a moment, neither spoke. The noise of the restaurant faded to nothing, and all that remained was the soft glow of lantern light between them, the hush of their uneven breathing. “What is it? Are you staring?” Tatiana’s eyes flickered down, then up again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who… who are you? You are not...” Her voice trailed off. Xander’s face twisted. Her words hit the raw nerve of his pride. Was she mocking him or what? He gritted his teeth, ready to roar. But before his reply could ignite, a shadow fell across the table. “Hello, sister-in-law!” Karl announced, his tone booming with feigned cheer, bowing l