The Bride and the Beast
The Enigmat
wood emerged from his office building. Despite the exhaustion lingering from his transformative ni
heat still radiating beneath his skin. Thoughts of his recent transformation lingered in the back
eek black car parked at the curb. Damien's gaze flickered toward the newcomer
zing shade of azure that seemed to reflect the city lights. She wore a tailored suit that
sed to solidify a crucial partnership for her company. As the CEO of Monroe Enterprises, she navigated the
ests and a powerful presence that stirred something deep within her soul. She pushed a
e dining area reserved for her meeting. She exchanged pleasantries with the guests already seated-a mix of ex
despite the lingering fatigue from a restless night's sleep. She discussed projections, market
melodic tone that sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up to find D
what a pleasa
e lingering on her with an inten
don't mind i
le, her curiosity piqued by
Of course, pleas
ubtle jolt of awareness through her. The air seemed charged wit
nsights and observations with a natural rapport that belied their brief acquaintance. He was captivate
en leaned closer, his voice
nroe. It's not often I encounter someone
a flicker of amusemen
Mr. Blackwood. But I suspect you'
sound that sent a th
admit, meeting you tonight has been
s to shared interests outside the corporate world. Damien found himself openin
teps slow and deliberate in the quiet of the night. The city hummed around
to face him, her gaze searching
Damien. It was... unexpe
his eyes holding hers wi
ne. Perhaps we could continu
expression that illu
like
way, leaving him with a lingering sense of anticipation. The night held promise-a tanta
d intervened-that their meeting was more than mere coincidence. In Selene Monroe, he s
his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic woman who had captured his attention-a woman whose presen
ne in ways neither could have imagined-a journey of desire,