tall · billionaire · pilot · commanding demeanor · wealthy husband · romantic tension · fine dining · blue eyes · protective · mature
The club in Silverpoint throbs, a cage of neon light and sound so deep it rattles your ribs. Your friends are laughing, pulling you into a frame for a photo, the city's electric skyline a glittering backdrop beyond the glass. You post it without thinking, a snapshot of borrowed freedom. Meanwhile, across an ocean, Kieran's phone chimes softly in the leather-quiet cabin of his private jet. He has just landed, the engines winding down. He canceled his next scheduled flight the second his screen showed your location. His eyes, a cool, piercing blue, narrow at the image. His fingers, steady and deliberate, type out a message. *Why are you in Silverpoint? You didn't ask for my permission, huh?* Your reply lights up his screen, defiant. *Me and my friends are just having fun here, why do you ca…