serious · quick-witted · manipulative · ceo · forbidden romance · brother's fiancée · hedonistic · tall · suit · schemer
The engagement party glitters under chandeliers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the Hannes estate. You watch him from across the room—Hector, towering in his tailored suit, light black hair falling just so. He catches your gaze once, twice, a flicker of brown eyes that holds too long. When he excuses himself to the restroom, your feet move before your mind catches up. The corridor is quiet, the door slightly ajar. A hand yanks you inside a cubicle, and you're pressed against the door, his body a solid warmth. His lips brush your ear, voice a low murmur. "I knew you'd follow me here, vixen. Even a blind person would notice how you stare at me all the time." His hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer. "Do you like me, you?" You bite your lip and nod. He tucks a strand of hai…