MasukLisa’s POVThe elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, but the sound still makes something jolt inside my ribs. The office smells like warm metal and fresh cut leather familiar, but also tighter now, as if the air is holding its breath with me.I haven’t seen Andraven properly in days.Not since the reveal.Not since the mask.Not since the moment he said my name like it belonged to him.I walk into the Atelier floor and pretend my legs aren’t trembling. Katty lifts her head from her desk the moment she sees me, her eyes narrowing like she’s already reading the storm I’m trying to hide.“You’re walking like someone who saw a ghost,” she says, lowering her voice.I force my lips into a smile. “Pretty dramatic thing to say at 9 a.m.”She rolls her eyes. “Lisa. You’ve been… somewhere else lately. And not the ‘hot crush’ kind of somewhere else. More like ‘my brain is playing survival mode’ kind.”I inhale. Slow. Unsteady.If only she knew how close she was.Before I can answer, the d
Lisa’s POVThe office feels different.Not louder, not busier, just tense. Like everyone’s waiting for something to happen, but no one knows what.Andraven hasn’t said a word to me since that night.No calls. No messages. No quiet summons to his office. Just a polite distance that cuts deeper than any insult could.It should make things easier.It doesn’t.Every time I pass his door, my heart skips like it remembers something my mind keeps trying to forget the heat of his mouth, the way he’d whispered my name like it cost him something.But there’s something else in the air this week.Real ones“Did you hear about the investors’ meeting?”“Yeah, canceled again. Rumor says the Valen Consortium pulled out.”“Pulled out? Please, they own half of Manhattan’s underbelly. You don’t pull out when you own the board.”“Then why the tension upstairs?”“Because someone’s forcing their hand.”I catch bits and pieces as I walk past the break room enough to know they’re talking about Andraven.Th
Lisa’s POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see his face both of them,the familiarity I felt all this while,Andraven behind his desk, polished and cold, and the masked man with eyes that burned like stormlight. The way he’d said stay. The way he’d kissed me. The way my body had known this before my mind caught up.I’m not sure which part of me is more shaken, the woman who wants answers or the one who already knows them.For two weeks, silence is my punishment.No calls,No summons,Just the weight of a truth I can’t unseen and a man who’s pretending not to exist,The office feels emptier, colder. Even Katty’s gossiping can’t fill the space he left behind.“You look like a ghost,” she tells me one morning, nudging a coffee into my hand. “You and Mr. Steele got into a fight or something?”I almost choke. “What? No. Why would you think….”“Please,” she scoffs, smirking. “You think people don’t notice? The air changes when he walks by your desk. I’m surprised the glass doesn’t fog up.”I forc
Lisa’s POVTwo weeks.It’s been two weeks since the explosion since the world went white with noise and fear and Andraven’s arm locked around me like a shield.Two weeks since I saw him command chaos like it belonged to him.Two weeks since I stopped sleeping properly.He hasn’t been the same.Neither have I.He’s become a ghost that still breathes beside me quiet, controlled, distant. The glances we once shared, those brief sparks that made the office air hum, have turned into blank spaces. Every look feels deliberate, rationed. Every word, measured like currency.And yet, I can still feel him even when he’s silent. Especially then.That calm power underneath, that danger that never really leaves the room.Sometimes I catch myself staring at his reflection in the glass wall, wondering which version I’m seeing the man I work for or the man who dragged me out of fire.And I hate that part of me still wants to know......It’s almost ten when I realize I’m the last one left on the des
Third person view Lisa doesn’t understand why her heart races just standing outside the restaurant’s gold-framed doors. It’s not a date, she tells herself for the hundredth time. It’s business.But when she steps inside, the lie doesn’t hold.The place breathes exclusivity dim lights dripping from crystal fixtures, tables spaced like secrets, waiters gliding in black. The kind of silence money buys. And at the center of it all sits Andraven Lucien Steele.He rises when he sees her, his tailored suit cutting through the shadows like it was made from them. “Miss Raymond,” he greets, voice smooth, polite. But his eyes dark, assessing don’t match his tone.“Sir,” she replies, trying not to fidget with the strap of her purse.“Lisa,” he corrects quietly, his gaze never leaving hers. “When it’s just us, I prefer Lisa.”Her name from his mouth feels different, heavier, slower, like he’s savoring it. She nods, unsure what to do with the electricity in her chest as she sits across from him.T
(Lisa’s POV)Days blur together inside Andraven’s office.Sometimes it feels less like a workplace and more like a cage built out of glass and silence.I sit across from him every morning. He hums of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint tick of his clock marking time that never really moves.He doesn’t talk much unless it’s about work.And when he does, every word is precise, measured like he’s crafting sentences the same way I craft designs.But even silence with Andraven feels… heavy.Every movement he makes feels deliberate, the way he adjusts his cufflinks, the faint scratch of his pen, the slow lift of his eyes when I speak. It’s like he’s always aware of me, even when he’s pretending not to be.And I hate that I notice.Worse than I want to.The day starts quietly until he slides a velvet folder across the desk toward me.“I want you to redesign this.”Inside lies one of Celeste’s most famous pieces The Aurora Heart.It’s beautiful.Perfect symmetry, rare sto







