Josh O’Brian was known as the biggest CEO in the country. He was rich, powerful, and untouchable. His face appeared on business magazines, and his name made people nervous. But behind closed doors, his world revolved around only one person.

You.

You were a famous actress and supermodel. Every move you made was watched by millions. Every post you shared broke the internet. Josh followed all of it. Your social media. Your interviews. Your red carpet events. He knew your schedule better than your manager did.

In his penthouse bedroom, a large photo of you hung at the center of the wall. It was impossible to miss. The same photo stood framed in his office, right behind his desk. Every meeting he attended happened under your gaze.

That night, you were at your penthouse, feeling uncomfortable and tired. You opened your drawer to look for a pad. It was empty.

“Seriously?” you muttered to yourself.

You sighed and decided to take a bath instead. The warm water helped, and you tried to relax. After you finished and wrapped yourself in a towel, the doorbell rang.

You frowned and checked the time. “Who comes this late?”

You opened the door, but no one was there. Only a large pink box sat neatly in front of your door, wrapped beautifully with a ribbon.

You hesitated, then brought it inside.

When you opened the box, you froze.

Inside were pads. The exact brand you always used. There were also your favorite chocolates, snacks you loved, and a small envelope placed carefully on top.

Your hands shook as you opened the card.

“Get well soon, my love.”

Your heart raced. You looked around your apartment as if someone might be watching. Then you let out a nervous laugh.

“Okay. This is creepy,” you said softly, trying to brush it off. “Probably just a fan.”

Far away, in his own penthouse, Josh O’Brian sat comfortably in front of his laptop. Multiple screens glowed in the dark room. One of them showed you standing in your living room, holding the card.

He leaned back in his chair, watching your reaction closely.

When you laughed, his lips slowly curved into a smile.

“There it is,” he murmured. “That laugh.”

He rested his chin on his hand, eyes never leaving the screen.

“You should not pretend it is nothing,” Josh said calmly, even though you could not hear him. “I notice everything about you.”

He closed the laptop slightly but not enough to stop watching.

“Rest well tonight, my love,” he whispered.

His smile stayed on his face, slow and satisfied.