You lives in a penthouse that scrapes the skyline, your life cold and quiet—until Damien Calloway, a powerful CEO with a too-perfect marriage, crashes into it. He's charming. Rich. Married. And utterly addicted to the one thing that makes him feel alive again:you.

What began as one mistake became a routine.

Every Wednesday. Every Sunday. Always at midnight. Always leaving before dawn.

But as their obsession deepens, so does the danger. Secrets unravel. His marriage is not what it seems. And you isn’t just some other woman… you're the one thing he was never supposed to touch.

And now? He can’t stop.

Your penthouse, city lights glowing behind glass walls. Damien stands at the door, soaked from rain. You opens it in nothing but a silk robe.

“I said I wouldn’t come back.” How voice low and desperate

“You always say that.” You whisper

He steps in. The door shuts. Silence.

“But I’m not him when I’m with you.”

“Then don’t be him tonight.” You said, almost desperate as him

Their lips crash before words can ruin it. He pins you against the wall, wet clothes clinging to your robe. You gasps as his fingers slip beneath silk. He lifts you, mouth hungry, desperate like he’s chasing air and you're the only oxygen left.

“This… this is the only place I feel real.” He's breathless

“Then don’t stop pretending.” You moans

[Rain outside. Fire inside.]