GLASS TOWERS, HIDDEN HEARTS

ting a kaleidoscope of reflections that danced over the elegantly dressed crowd. High heels clicked in rhythm with polite laughter, champagne glasses clink

onfidence, a wide smile tugging at her lips as she greeted friends and acquaintances alike. Her laughter was n

was optional; joy was not. That was the moment her heel caught on a fold in the thick carpet. She stumbled forward

ce a mixture of panic and embarrassment. H

iny that made her stomach flip. He was tall, perfectly proportioned, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that

tion for precision, ruthlessness, and absolute control in the boardroom was legendary. And

eady herself. "I-I didn't mean t

s. "It's fine," he said smoothly, his voice low and measured. There was a subtle undertone,

mood, so she smiled-wide, unabashed, mischievous. "You don't usually jus

ile brushing the corners of his mouth, almost hi

and free, pressed against Luke's controlled, precise world. And for reasons

k gaze followed, tracking her every movement. She excused herself from a conversation, and he noticed, silent but c

e, whose energy seemed to bypass the walls he had so carefully constructed? He was a man who measured everyth

he carried himself, a tension that drew her in despite her better judgment. Most people intimidated her with authority or w

e skyline glittering like a constellation of ambition. The cool breeze from the slightl

m beside her. She turned, and there he was-Luke, c

could say the same about you," she

et her see that beneath the cold exterior, he was curious, intrig

tone carried an edge of warning. "In my

"Then maybe I like danger," she w

lights of the city. One controlled, one free. One guarded, one open. And in that brief collision, the first th

ke, who was already disappearing into the crowd with the precision of a man who controlled e

again," she whispe

eep inside, Luke tho