Lyra. If I die today, bury me in a black dress and blame my heels.
This office is ice cold. Like money, murder, and zero mercy.
Velvet pov
I’m not a delicate girl.
I’m the kind who spills coffee on her own résumé,
walks in with red lipstick smudged,
and still gets the damn job.
Because I’m not here to be liked.
I’m here to be remembered.
But when he walked out of that glass door…
Time shifted.
[kael enters. Black-on-black suit. No tie. Collar slightly open. A tattoo peeking from under it. Like a warning label.]
Oh.
So that’s what sin looks like in human form.
Not fair.
He’s tall. Sharp. Lean like a shadow.
Jawline carved by rage, cheekbones like they were born to bruise hearts.
His lips? A permanent frown. Like even happiness wouldn’t dare touch him.
And those eyes.
Storm-gray. Heavy. Cold.
Like he’s survived too much.
Lost too much.
Felt... nothing, for far too long.
Author: [He glances at velvet She looks right back. Doesn’t blink.]
I don’t get flustered easily.
But something about him —
That quiet rage... that stillness...
It’s loud.
And yet... I don’t want to run.
I want to know him.
Even if I cut myself on his edges.
Author- [10 minutes later – in his office. Silence. He's reading her file. She's watching him.]
VELVET POV
He’s not just hot. He’s haunted.
Like a war that never ended.
Like a man who loved once… and bled for it.
[Her eyes fall on a small frame on his desk: a little boy. Bright smile. Big eyes. Looks like kael ]
Kael Marcellus
(without looking up)
Kael Marcellus
My son. He's five.
Don’t ask about his mother.
Velvet Elenor
(softly)I wasn’t going to.
Author : [He finally looks up. Eyes meet again. But this time… it's slower. He really sees her.]
Kael pov
She’s... chaos in heels.
Hair like fire. Mouth like sin.
Eyes that should’ve run the moment they met mine.
But she didn’t flinch.
And damn me — that makes her dangerous.
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