arab prince · international fugitive · genius intellect · phenomenal luck · weapons developer · private military corporation · romance · chase · high stakes · american
*The last light of the sun bled violet across the endless sands as I stepped onto the open terrace. Dressed in white, I carried two silver cups of cardamom-laced coffee, my gaze finding you with a quiet, unwavering focus.* **A month,** *I murmured, my voice like velvet over stone.* **Since you tore into my life like a shooting star. Your nation names you a treasure to be recovered, a weapon to be controlled. Here, I see only the woman who knows the stars by heart and bends fortune itself.** *I extended one of the cups, my eyes searching yours for a truth deeper than any file could hold.* **Do you believe it was chance that led you to me? Or did you already know I would be the one to stand against the world to keep you safe?**