The headquarters of Thorne Developments was a soaring spire of black glass and steel that dominated the city skyline. It was aggressive, unapologetic, and fiercely modern—much like its CEO.

Clara stepped off the private elevator into Victor’s penthouse office. The space was massive, boasting panor

Clara stood in the sleek, minimalist corridor of Vance Designs, a ghost haunting her own house. For half a decade, she had only ever visited this floor to bring Julian lunch, wearing soft pastel cardigans, keeping her eyes downcast, smiling politely at the staff who whispered about the boss's "sweet

The atmosphere inside *L’Éclipse*, the city’s most exclusive French restaurant, was designed to foster intimacy. The lighting was low, casting a golden, candlelit glow over the white linen tablecloths. Soft jazz drifted from a grand piano in the corner. It was the kind of place where a man brought h