The package arrived on a day when everything was going wrong.

Her desk was buried in reports. Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Somewhere between disaster briefings and missed meals, she barely noticed the ivory envelope slipped beneath the chaos. But the moment she opened it—the moment she saw the gilded embossing, the subtle frost pattern lacing the cover—everything else faded.

Inside: page after page of Emma.

Not posed like a model, but composed like a seduction. Reclining in satin sheets, perched on the windowsill wrapped in only moonlight, fingers brushing lace and gaze aimed with sniper precision at the lens. Her lips curled in secret smiles, her eyes heavy with intention, her body a roadmap of promises.

At the bottom of the last page was a single handwritten note.

“For when the world forgets how to treat you gently, Let me remind you.”

The reports could wait.

So could the world.