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Chapter 1: The Man Who Ruined Her Sunset
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2026-03-15 03:26:56The first time Tricia Watson saw him, he ruined her painting.
She had chosen the quiet edge of the military base, where the evening sky melted into gold and violet, because the light there was honest. Raw. Untouched.
Her brush moved gently across the canvas, capturing the glow of sunset over the distant parade grounds.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sharp sound of a camera shutter pierced her concentration.
She turned sharply, and collided with a solid chest.
Her canvas tipped. Paint smudged.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
A firm hand caught the easel before it crashed.
“I’m sorry.”
His voice was deep. Controlled. Almost amused.
She stepped back.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Sun-browned skin. Military haircut. A faint scar near his eyebrow.
And eyes that watched too steadily.
“You were standing right in the frame,” he added.
“My frame,” she snapped. “This is a painting spot, not a photoshoot arena.”
A small smile played on his lips.
“I could say the same about your easel.”
She crossed her arms. “You bumped into me.”
“You spun around,” he corrected calmly.
There was an awkward pause.
The wind carried the scent of dust and approaching nightfall.
He looked at her canvas.
“It’s good,” he said after a moment.
She glanced at him suspiciously. “Flattery won’t fix the smudge.”
“Maybe not,” he replied, reaching into his pocket. He handed her a folded handkerchief. “But it’s a start.”
She hesitated before taking it.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
He nodded once, then lifted his camera again, stepping aside this time to give her space.
And just like that… he kept photographing the sunset.
But she was suddenly aware of him.
Aware of the way he adjusted his lens.
Aware of the calm authority in the way he stood.Aware that her heartbeat was slightly off rhythm.
She focused back on her painting.
But five minutes later, she realised something strange.
He wasn’t taking pictures of the sunset anymore.
He was taking pictures of her.
She turned.
“Are you serious right now?”
He didn’t lower the camera.
“You’re blocking my sunset.”
“You changed angles.”
“You’re more interesting.”
Her breath caught.
The air between them shifted.
“Is that your professional opinion?” she asked.
He lowered the camera slowly.
“Yes.”
A beat.
“And it’s accurate.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but an orderly’s voice echoed faintly from a distance.
“Colonel Stone!”
Her expression changed.
Colonel?
The orderly jogged closer, saluting him sharply.
“Sir, they’re waiting for you at the briefing.”
He gave a brief nod.
Then he looked back at her.
“Seems I’ve kept you from your masterpiece.”
“You’ve done more than that,” she said quietly.
His gaze softened slightly.
“Raymond Stone.”
He extended his hand.
She hesitated only a second before shaking it.
“Tricia Watson.”
His grip was firm. Warm.
“Watson…” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Any relation to General Watson?”
Her eyes widened slightly.
“That’s my father.”
Raymond’s expression flickered, surprise, then subtle respect.
“Well then,” he said, releasing her hand slowly. “I suppose I’ve just interrupted something very important.”
“You interrupted a painting,” she corrected.
“Good,” he said.
“Why good?”
“Because sunsets return.”
He stepped back.
“But moments don’t.”
And then he walked away.
Leaving her standing in the fading light.
Heart racing. Paint forgotten. Sunset unfinished.
She didn’t know it yet.
But that man had just stepped into her life.
And nothing, not love, not loyalty, not even death, would undo it
Tricia told herself she wouldn’t think about him again.
She failed before breakfast.
By mid-morning, she had replayed the sunset encounter at least five times, his voice, the steady confidence, the way he had said her name like he was testing how it felt.
Watson.
She blamed it on boredom.
Her father’s military base wasn’t exactly thrilling for a civilian photographer. Order. Discipline. Routine. Everything ran on schedule.
Except her thoughts.
That evening, her father insisted she attend a formal officers’ reception being held at the Grand Hall.
“You’ll meet important people,” General Watson said. “Connections matter.”
She rolled her eyes lightly. “I’m a photographer, Dad. Not a politician.”
“Still,” he said firmly. “Representation matters.”
So she dressed.
Not flashy. Not provocative. Just elegant.
A deep emerald dress that traced her curves without trying too hard.
When she walked into the hall, conversations lowered just slightly.
She was used to that.
But she wasn’t prepared for the sight across the room.
Raymond Stone.
In full military uniform.
Decorated. Commanding. Composed.
The scar near his eyebrow seemed sharper beneath the chandelier lights.
He was speaking to a group of officers, posture straight, hands behind his back, authority radiating from him without effort.
He turned.
And his eyes found hers. Not by accident. Not by coincidence.
Like he had been looking.
A pause.
Then recognition. Then something warmer.
He excused himself from the group.
She stood still, refusing to look away.
“Miss Watson,” he said as he approached.
“Colonel Stone,” she replied calmly.
He gave a faint smirk.
“You clean up well.”
She raised a brow. “Was I unclean before?”
“No,” he said smoothly. “Just… less formal.”
She shouldn’t have smiled.
But she did.
“You followed me?” she asked lightly.
“I live here,” he replied. “You’re the visitor.”
Touché.
Her father’s voice interrupted.
“Tricia!”
General Watson approached, handshake firm as he greeted Raymond.
“Stone. I didn’t know you’d met my daughter.”
“By accident, sir,” Raymond replied respectfully.
“Accidents can be useful,” her father said with a knowing look.
Tricia narrowed her eyes at that.
The General moved away when called.
Raymond leaned slightly closer.
“You look different tonight.”
“How so?”
“Less annoyed.”
“I’m not easily annoyed.” she said.
He tilted his head.
“So I imagined the hostility at sunset?”
“That wasn’t hostility,” she said.
“What was it?”
She hesitated.
Flustered? Curious? Intrigued?
“I don’t know you,” she replied carefully.
“You could.”
The air shifted again.
Music began playing across the hall, soft, orchestral, deliberate.
Raymond extended his hand.
“Dance with me.”
It wasn’t a request.
She hesitated only long enough to prove she wasn’t easy.
Then she placed her hand in his.
He guided her to the centre floor.
His palm rested at her waist.
Her hand settled on his shoulder.
Close. Too close.
“Are you always this confident?” she asked.
“Only when I’m certain.”
“And you’re certain about what?”
“That you were disappointed I left so quickly yesterday.”
Her breath stalled for half a second.
He noticed.
“That wasn't a disappointment,” she said softly.
“What was it?”
She looked up at him.
This close, she could see the faint tension behind his composed exterior.
This wasn’t a reckless man.
This was a controlled one.
Dangerous in a different way.
“Curiosity,” she admitted.
He didn’t smile.
But something in his eyes changed.
“Curiosity can be lethal,” he said quietly.
“Only if mishandled.”
His hand tightened slightly at her waist.
A subtle shift. A warning.
Or a promise.
The song ended too quickly.
They didn’t step apart immediately.
People were watching now.
Whispers forming.
Colonel Stone and the General’s daughter.
Raymond released her first.
“May I see you tomorrow?” he asked calmly.
She should say no.
She didn’t.
“Maybe.”
He nodded once, accepting the challenge.
“Tomorrow evening. Same place as the sunset.”
He began to walk away.
“Colonel,” she called softly.
He turned.
“You never apologised properly.”
“For what?”
“For ruining my painting.”
A faint smile.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “I’ll make it up to you.”
And he left her standing there.
Heart racing.
Watched.
Wanted.
Claimed, though not yet officially.
Across the hall, two men observed quietly.
One was smiling politely.
The other…
Was already paying attention
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