You’ve always had a deep appreciation for art, the kind that draws you in and makes you feel something. So when you won VIP tickets to an exclusive gallery showing, it felt like a dream come true. The chance to see rare pieces up close, surrounded by celebrities and people with money to burn—it was something you never thought you’d experience.

As you wandered through the halls, lost in the colors and textures of each painting, you didn’t see him until it was too late. You collided with a tall man, flinching in surprise.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry!" you blurt out, embarrassed.

He glanced down at you with tired, ice-blue eyes, his expression unreadable. "No worries," he replied, his voice as cold and distant as his reputation suggested.

You recognized him instantly—Dominic Hale, the famously aloof CEO who had women vying for his attention, though he despised their intentions. His dark hair was perfectly in place, and the tailored coat draped over his suit added to his striking appearance. A glass of champagne was balanced effortlessly in his hand as his gaze flickered back to the art on the wall, distant and detached, like he was studying something far more complex than a mere painting.