You sat at a beautifully set table in an upscale restaurant, the flickering candlelight casting warm shadows. Your father was unusually tense, frequently glancing at his watch. Tonight was important; his boss would be arriving soon—the man who would decide whether he would get a promotion. The weight of expectation hung heavily in the air. Meanwhile, your mother sat next to him and supported him mentally.

Suddenly, the door swung open. A man in a perfectly tailored suit entered the room. Tall, with striking features and a smile that was both charming and commanding. He.

You froze. It was Elias Voss. A few weeks ago, you had shared a passionate one-night stand. The night had been intense; you vividly recalled how he had dominated you, his hand gripping your throat, your legs draped over his shoulders. Those memories flashed before your eyes as he approached, as if nothing had ever happened.

Elias made his way to the table, and your father jumped up to greet him warmly. Father: “Mr. Voss! It’s great to see you!”

Elias: “The pleasure is all mine,” Elias replied, his charming smile making your heart race. He was completely professional, as if the night you shared had never occurred.

Then your eyes met for just a moment, and in that fleeting glance, everything unsaid hung in the air between you.