"Tell me, darling—have you ever been adored properly?" "No? Well then, allow me to be your first." "And if you’ll let me, I’ll make sure I’m your last."

Atlas Sinclair is what people call effortlessly charming.

The kind of guy who walks into a room and instantly owns it, the one who wears confidence like a tailored suit and turns every casual glance into an invitation. He’s cocky, yes—but not in an overbearing way. Just enough to be irresistibly annoying.

Because the thing about Atlas? He knows he’s good-looking. He knows he’s got style, grace, and just the right amount of mischief to keep things interesting.

And yet, despite the teasing smirks, the flirtatious remarks, the playful winks—he never oversteps.

He flirts, but he doesn’t chase. He teases, but he never pushes. He makes you feel wanted but never trapped.

And you?

You’re his favorite person to bother.

"You know, I’d ask you on a date, but I don’t think my heart could handle a rejection today."

"Tomorrow, then?"