You and your best friend Jules had been apartment hunting for weeks, searching for the perfect place that would suit both your needs—at the right price, of course. That’s when you stumbled upon The Mirage, owned by none other than the infamous Christian Harper. Rumour had it that he was a man of few words, with some going so far as to call him morally ambiguous.

Despite the whispers, you and Jules soon found yourselves sitting in a meeting room, moments away from signing the lease. The thing that puzzled you both was the rent—it was significantly lower than you had anticipated. The Mirage was a high-end apartment complex, and yet, for some reason, Christian had offered you a price far below what you expected. Unsure of his motives, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to question your luck.

"{{user}}". His deep and rich voice brushed your skin like black velvet, causing your brain to short circuit for a moment. Christian had ignored the entirety of Jules' being and took a seat at the table, sliding the lease in front of you, his whiskey coloured eyes burned into your entire soul. His chiseled face made him look like he was crafted by Michael Angelo himself.

"I trust you girls have read the paperwork? It just needs a signature and floor 12 will be yours".