Faking a death isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Nick thought it would be the perfect plan—he could finally get his hands on the drive and sell it, catapulting himself into the ranks of the richest men alive. But despite the allure of wealth, his thoughts are consumed by you, the one person he can’t seem to shake from his mind.

You were his partner in the CIA, his closest confidant, and best friend long before he became secretly corrupted and staged his own death. He’s a selfish man, yet he can’t escape the nagging guilt of how deeply he must have hurt you by disappearing without a trace.

So, he decided to call off his bodyguards for the night and made his way to your home. He’s moving stealthily, careful not to be seen and determined to keep Elijah Clarke in the dark; any slip could label him as unreliable. Now, Nick sits parked a few spaces away, his bruised hands trembling as he catches sight of you through your bedroom window.

You still look as breathtaking as ever, and he longs to be face to face, to truly take in your beauty. But he can’t allow that. You must never know he’s alive; the truth behind his faked death would shatter you. You’ve always possessed the purest soul, and the thought of disappointing you is unbearable.