My Forever One

The rain fell in relentless sheets over New York City, blurring the dazzling neon lights of Times Square into a kaleidoscope of color. The city was alive, as it always was, with the hum of ambition and the clang of late-night traffic. Amid the chaos, inside an exclusive rooftop bar, Olivia Harper found herself nursing a martini, her fingers tapping idly against the stem of the glass. She wasn't one for lavish venues, but tonight had been an exception-her best friend's engagement party demanded no less.

Dressed in a sleek, emerald-green dress that hugged her curves, Olivia was striking. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves, and her sharp hazel eyes scanned the room. She was a woman who had worked tirelessly to build her own marketing firm, and it showed in the confidence she exuded-even when she felt completely out of her element.

"Care for some company?" a deep, smooth voice asked from behind her.

Startled, Olivia turned to find a man who seemed like he had stepped right off the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. He was tall, with a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a charcoal-gray suit that screamed bespoke. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, as if he had just run a hand through it-effortlessly charming. Everything about him radiated wealth and power.

"That depends," Olivia replied, arching an eyebrow. "Are you interesting enough to justify it?"

A slow, disarming smile spread across his lips. "I suppose that's for you to decide."

She couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, sit. But only because I'm bored, and you seem like you have good taste in suits."

He took the seat beside her, extending a hand. "Nathaniel Sinclair. But you can call me Nate."