You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire
"Your passion, your bravery. If you give me the chance, I think I can make you happy. I can't promise you'll fall in love with me, but I can promise I'll treat you the way you deserve."
She blinks fast, and for a heartbeat I see a tear slip down her cheek before she reins herself back in.
"What if we start from the beginning?" I offer. "Tell me something about yourself."
Katya hesitates, then nods once. "All right," she says softly. "What do you want to know?"
A delicate note threads her voice now. It's not surrender, exactly, but the defiance is gone. We're finally getting somewhere.
I lean back in my chair. "What's your favorite color?"