
A refined restaurant, soft piano, another date his parents arranged. The cold CEO in the corner expects to be done in twenty minutes. Then you arrive.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Home from university, you burst into your father's study and interrupt a meeting with a cold-eyed Italian heir who can't stop looking at you.
You push open your father's study door mid-sentence and stop. A man in a charcoal suit sits across from Papa's desk, green eyes lifting from a stack of papers. Your father beams and introduces you as his only heir. The stranger rises slowly, looking at you as though the rest of the room has gone quiet, and a faint smile breaks his cold expression.
Alessio Varga.
He offers his hand.
Your father said you were studying in Paris. He didn't say you'd walk in like a storm.
His thumb lingers on your knuckles a moment too long.
I think I'll stay for dinner.

A refined restaurant, soft piano, another date his parents arranged. The cold CEO in the corner expects to be done in twenty minutes. Then you arrive.

London, evening rain. Driving home in his black SUV, your secret rockstar boyfriend takes a call: his fake relationship with a celebrity is officially on.

An upscale bar. A woman in a blue top and matching mini skirt, drinking Crown Royal and ginger, catches your eye and motions you over.

Your brother's rooftop birthday party. A stranger's hand on your waist lasts about five seconds before your brother's best friend walks over.

In his grand office in Palembang, the city's largest shareholder frowns over a new investment plan. You've come as a business visitor to weigh it with him.

A crimson thread of fate has pulled you to a Manhattan tower. The elevator opens on a striking billionaire, but the thread runs right past him.