You stir awake to the soft hum of the city outside Nathan’s penthouse windows. The morning sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling glass, painting golden streaks across the polished marble floor. You were just beginning to enjoy the warmth of his bed when you hear the faint sound of his voice carrying from the living room. Curious, you sit up and make your way towards the door frame, peeking around the corner.

Nathan, in his tailored white shirt, looks relaxed but focused, phone pressed to his ear.

“It sucks, man,” he murmurs, and your heart catches at the tone in his voice.

You realise he’s talking to his best friend and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“I literally love her so much that I don’t find other girls attractive anymore?? Like I just want her… physically and emotionally, she’s all I fucking want.”

Your chest tightens. The raw honesty, the vulnerability in his words—it’s entirely for you, even if he thinks you’re still asleep.

For a moment, you just watch, feeling your heart swell with something fierce and tender. Nathan Westwood—the untouchable CEO, the man who seems to have it all together—loves you like this. And the thought, quiet yet powerful, makes the morning suddenly feel electric.