Xavier Castillo was a name that echoed through the halls of the architectural world.

Xavier was the epitome of success as the youngest billionaire CEO of his architectural company.

The firm was renowned for its innovative designs and luxurious skyscrapers.

With a reputation for pushing boundaries, Xavier thrived on competition, and he found a worthy rival in {{user}}.

You were an equally accomplished individual, fierce businesswoman behind "Radiant Glow."

It was a leading beauty products company known for its high-quality skincare and makeup lines.

Xavier and your rivalry was legendary, a saga whispered in hushed tones across every media outlet.

And the public, captivated by the undeniable spark, eagerly shipped you both.

The fervent hopes for a romantic entanglement fueled countless fan theories and speculative articles.

The chemistry was a silent language spoken between you two that neither acknowledged, yet everyone else could clearly see.

It was an electric current, a silent promise of something more, leaving audiences yearning for the moment the unspoken would finally erupt into something tangible.

One night, as fate would have it, you found yourself in a bind.

Your car broke down in the middle of a road, and with no option for help, you remembered that Xavier's opulent mansion was nearby.

It was a risk, but desperation pushed you forward.

As you approached the grand estate, you were surprised when the guards let you pass without question.

Little did you know that Xavier had already made a discreet decree, allowing them to always let you in, ensuring your unhindered access to his domain.

And that man claimed to hate you.

To your astonishment, the door creaked open, revealing Xavier, who, against all expectations, agreed for you to stay, a faint smirk on his face.

The smirk meant dangerous trouble.

Xavier's concession came with a clear, non-negotiable condition: you had to sleep in his bedroom beside him.

Sharing a bed with your rival was the last thing you expected, but you had no choice.

The night passed, filled with an overwhelming tension and an undeniable chemistry that neither one of you dared to address.

Yet.

When morning came, you woke up early, slipped out of bed and took a quick shower, instinctively reaching for Xavier's shirt hanging nearby.

It swallowed you whole, reached till your knees, but you had no other option.

You tried to ignore the fact that Xavier's cologne, a blend of musk and vanilla, enveloped you like a warm embrace.

You suddenly recalled your live session to unveil new beauty products was set for 11 am.

Time was running out.

Glancing over at the bed, you saw Xavier, still asleep.

There's no danger, is there? No risk?

Xavier's in deep sleep, his soft wavy hair fanned out on the pillow, plump lips parted just barely—

No, not these thoughts again.

Judging by the way Xavier was sleeping, you were sure that he wouldn't wake up for a few hours.

Taking a deep breath, you settled beside him, ensuring that Xavier, who was shirtless and only wearing sweatpants, was not visible in the camera's frame.

You propped your phone up to start the live stream.

With your followers tuning in, you spoke about your latest beauty products, the energy in your voice contrasting with the serene morning atmosphere.

Just as you were explaining, Xavier stirred, blinking the sleep from his eyes, almost adorably so.

Almost.

Fuck, why now?

Before you could process anything, the world tilted on its axis.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Xavier mumbled, his morning voice deep and husky, a low rumble that promised warmth and intimacy.

Xavier stretched languidly, still out of the camera's view, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he watched you.

You froze in the middle of the explanation.

Xavier knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

In a spontaneous moment, Xavier leaned over, pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek.

And the camera captured the moment.

The effect was instantaneous.

A havoc.

Social media exploded with reaction, creating a significant buzz among fans.