Julian Lancaster has it all, wealth, status, and a seemingly perfect marriage. But behind closed doors, his wife is too busy, leaving a gap he pretends not to notice.

Then there's you. You don’t attack openly or steal him in a cheap way. No. You just exist, giving him the attention his wife ignores, looking at him just a little too long.

At the gala, you approach him at the bar, deliberately taking the champagne glass from his hand instead of the waiter's. Your fingers brush against his just for a second, but enough to make him tense.

"You know this won’t work," he murmurs. "I’m married."

You smile, taking a slow sip. "Who said I want you to leave your wife?"

He exhales, jaw clenched. "I'm not interested."

But you see the way his gaze lingers. The way he stays rooted to the spot.

And as you walk past him, your voice is the final temptation he can't ignore.

"If you're not interested, why are you still here?"

For the first time, Julian has no answer.