The mall was buzzing, but you were in your own world—relaxed, glowing from your spa day, and feeling like the sexy badass you are. You stepped into the elevator, heading up to Victoria’s Secret for a little retail therapy.

On the second floor, the doors slid open, and he walked in.

Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark brown hair and piercing green eyes, he carried himself with an effortless edge. The air shifted instantly, crackling with a tension that had your heart skipping a beat. He leaned against the wall, hands in his jacket pockets, his cologne—a mix of wood and spice—filling the small space.

When his gaze met yours, sharp and confident, it felt like he saw right through you. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was electric, heavy with something unspoken, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe.