The flaws in perfection

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ming together beautifully, and her designs were a standout feature-something that had, for once, placed her at the

s eyes, usually cold and calculating, had softened when he'd looked at her designs. It was a fleeting mome

looking the city below, as he tried to sort through the thoughts that had been clouding his mind since th

ng empire he had built. But something about her had caught his attention. Perhaps it was her determination, the way

all so... different from the sleek, polished jewelry Grey Enterprises was known for. Yet, there was an honesty in her work that struck him

thing he had tried to suppress for years. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his jud

r her talent-it was a pull, an undeniable attraction. He found himself watching her more than he should, noticing the way she w

r. Attachment was a weakness, and he couldn't afford to be distracted. The betrayal he had suffered from his mother, the death of his fath

imism, her unwavering belief in the power of her work-she reminded him of a ti

m. He hated that every time she walked into the room, he couldn't help but pay attention. There was a vulnerability about her, a rawness, that made it impo

her fire seemed to draw him in. He had always prided himself on his ability to control everything, to rema

ion to make. Brielle was a talented designer, and her work was valuable to the com

tain: she had left an impression on h

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