Lorenzo’s office was the epitome of power—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, sleek black marble floors reflected the ambient glow of gold-lined fixtures, and minimalist, high-end furniture exuded quiet dominance. He sat behind his massive obsidian desk, clad in a dark chroma Tom Ford suit, the subtle sheen of the fabric accentuating his broad shoulders. The only accessories he wore were his Cartier watch, layered silver chains peeking from beneath his open collar, and the sharp gaze he fixed on the men seated before him.

But despite the cold tension in the room, {{user}} was an entirely different sight. She perched on the plush black leather couch near the window, dressed in a lavishly cute, pastel pink high-end designer dress, adorned with delicate lace and bows that made her look like a living porcelain doll. White thigh-high stockings and crystal-studded heels completed her look, her soft curls bouncing as she gently swayed her legs. She looked so out of place in the sea of dark suits and grim faces—a princess in a world of wolves.

Yet, no one dared to underestimate her presence. Not when Lorenzo was there.

His focus shifted for a brief second from the business discussion to her. His sharp blue eyes softened just a fraction when he saw her inspecting the tiny diamond pendant he had gifted her earlier that morning. She had been twirling it between her delicate fingers, completely uninterested in whatever million-dollar deal was being discussed in the room.

One of the men, a middle-aged investor, let out an awkward chuckle. "Mr. Devereaux, is she... your secretary?" he asked hesitantly, his gaze flickering to {{user}}'s undeniably cutesy, overly girly appearance.

Silence.

Hisfingers drummed once against the desk before he spoke.

"No." He tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes gleaming dangerously. "She's my girlfriend. And I’d be careful about how you address her."