LOGINZephyr's POV The door shuts behind us and the rest of the night disappears with it.Vorian does not give me time to say anything. He fists the front of my shirt, drags me in, and kisses me like he has been holding it back all day. I can feel his teeth and tongue, and even the heat coming from him.I make a sound into his mouth and he swallows it. His other hand is already on my belt.“Bedroom,” he says against my lips.We barely make it.He pushes me onto the bed hard enough that I bounce once. Before I can sit up he is over me, knee between my thighs, one hand planted beside my head. He looks down at me and smirks, slow and mean in the best way.Then he leans in and bites my ear.The bite was not soft, it was so hard that it stings. His breath follows the bite.“I am going to fuck you so hard you will not remember your name,” he whispers. “Only mine.”Fuck.I look into his eyes and I know he means every word.“Then do it,” I say.He does not undress me politely. He yanks my shirt op
Dorian's POV Vorian’s building disappears behind me in the side mirror and I decide almost immediately that the night is not finished. Being refused money is one thing. Being refused money while sober enough to remember it is worse. I need a second audience. Cassian is the only remaining option who will open the door and not call security.I tell the driver to take me there.By the time the car stops outside Cassian’s house, the worst of the spin has settled into a warm, stubborn fog. I walk up, and ring the bell.Elena opens the door. She takes one look at me and sighs, “Dorian.”“Elena,” I say, generous and wounded at the same time. “Is my responsible brother available for emotional damages?”Cassian appears behind her before she can answer, Lila peeking around his leg. Cassian’s face goes through recognition, resignation, and calculation in under a second.“You are drunk,” he says.“I am motivated,” I correct. “There is a difference.”Lila waves. “Uncle Dorian!”“Hello, small jud
Zephyr's POV I am presently in Vorian's home rinsing a glass when the front door opens without a warning.Vorian’s expression changes instantly.Dorian appears in the doorway of the living area with his jacket half off one shoulder and the loose smile of a man who has already had more than enough to drink. He sees us, spreads his arms, and nearly loses his balance doing it.“Family,” he announces.Vorian sets his phone down. “How did you get in?”“Door was unlocked,” Dorian says. He points behind him. “Also I know the code. You should change it if you want a meaningful life.”“You do not walk into this apartment without notice,” Vorian says. “Especially when someone else is here.”Dorian blinks at me, then at Vorian, then puts on a mock-serious face and deepens his voice in a bad copy of his brother’s. “You do not walk into this apartment without notice. Especially when someone else is here.”I press my lips together hard.Vorian’s jaw flexes. “You are drunk.”“You are drunk,” Doria
Vorian's POV The meeting room on the eighteenth floor is already full when I walk in. The various department heads occupy both sides of the table; PR, Marketing, Corporate Social Responsibility, Legal, Finance, Facilities. A representative from Human Resources sits near the end with a notepad ready. Zephyr takes his usual place to my left. Silas closes the door and remains standing until I sit.“This will be short and practical,” I say. “The NexusVibe Foundation gala is twelve weeks out. We are past the point of informal discussion. Today we lock structure, committee access, and first round partnership direction.”Rachel from PR slides a one page calendar summary to the center of the table. “Venue hold is confirmed at the riverside hall. Date is fixed. Save-the-date notices can go out once we approve the committee list and the primary partner shortlist.”I nod once. “Any employee who wants to sit on the organizing committee will submit their name to their department head by end of d
Zephyr's POV My phone rings while I am still in the car with Vorian, halfway between the restaurant and the office. Selene’s name is on the screen. I answer on the second ring.“Where are you?” she asks.“With Vorian. What is it?”“Silas is here. At my office. There was a problem outside the building.” She pauses. “Adrian showed up again. He put his hands on me. Silas hit him.”The name lands wrong. I have not heard her say it in months. “Are you hurt?”“No. Silas is the one bleeding. Cheek and knuckles. Security took Adrian away from the entrance. I just… I needed to tell you before it turned into something else.”I look straight ahead through the windshield. Vorian glances at me once, reading the shift in my posture, but does not interrupt.“Stay inside,” I say. “Do not go back out alone. We are coming.”“You do not need to…”“We are coming.”I end the call. Vorian already has the car moving faster.“Selene?” he asks.“Her ex showed up at her office. Grabbed her. Silas put him on t
Silas’ POV The meeting ends later than it should have. Marketing people always talk longer than necessary. I step out of the building and reach for my phone to tell Selene I am downstairs. That is when I see her.She is near the side entrance. I am about to call her name when a man walks straight up to her. I do not recognize him. He says something I cannot hear. Selene’s posture changes immediately, then he grabs her wrist and pulls.I do not think twice. I move.The distance closes fast. He still holds her wrist when I reach them. I do not ask questions. I hit him across the jaw. He staggers back and loses his grip. Selene makes a short shocked sound and steps behind me so quickly I feel her hand fist in the back of my jacket.The man catches himself against the low wall. He touches his mouth and looks at the blood on his fingers like he cannot believe it is there.“What do you want?” I ask.He straightens. “It is none of your business. She is my girlfriend.”I turn my head just en
Zephyr’s POVThe door snaps closed behind me, and the soft glow of the family room greets me like a focus.Selene rises quickly, hands folded, her black hair tied up in a messy bun, gaze squinted with that protective stare she has mastered since we were kids.Dad rests on the worn tan recliner, his
Zephyr’s POVI am sprawled on the couch in Vorian’s office, my laptop balanced on my knees, cross checking employee access logs with Silas, who is slouched beside me, tablet in hand, scrolling through data.The room is tense, the investigation of the leak hanging over us like a storm, but Silas kee
Zephyr’s POV“Get it together, Zephyr,” I mutter, slouched at my cubicle in NexusVibe’s silent office, the glow of my screen cutting through the dark. The city's horizon shines outside, but my mind is stuck on Vorian; his lips crashing into mine, his hands grasping my waist, his scent, all fragran
Vorian’s POV “Time is slipping away from me,” I murmur, checking at my timepiece. Six o’clock; NexusVibe’s shutting hours, and I am deeply involved in AI contract outlines. The office glows with Chicago’s skyline, but my mind is stuck on that damn red-ink envelope from last night. No answers, just







