Novel & Cerita Ethan X Clarke

evidence of Clarissa's anger lingered in her voice. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about" she continued. Their voices was downed completely by the sounds of footsteps approaching. Looking behind Elena was Ethan. He was dressed so casually in his sweat pants, a cigarette to his lips and a lighter to his hand. "Damn you two. Can't someone have a peaceful morning without your ruckus?" He complained flickering the lighter on to lit his cigarette. Taking a drag, he came to stand beside Elena before puffing out the smoke.

Ethan's knuckles cracked. “Ground that jet.” Marcus nodded. “Already working with the FAA. We may have one shot.” I watched Ethan become the version of himself that made men flinch in boardrooms. Cold. Unshakable. Calculating. But when our eyes met, there was still that boy who used to draw stars on the attic wall. That night, we stood before a camera crew. Ethan wore a charcoal suit. I stood beside him, no makeup, no armor—just truth. The press release aired live.