His World
They said the devil wore Prada.
But in Damian Voss's case, it was an all-black Armani suit and a stare that could freeze blood. He didn't believe in love. He didn't believe in softness. And innocence? That was a currency long bankrupt in his world.
He dealt in silence, power, and precision.
Until she happened.
A smile too pure.
A heart too unguarded.
A girl who had no business standing in front of a man like him—
And yet, there she was.
Sunlight in a storm he never asked for.
Her World
Elira Lane believed in happy endings.
In quiet days, second chances, and people who meant what they said. Her world was soft, simple, and safely small.
Until the day she spilled coffee on a stranger.
Until the day his dark eyes met hers, and the world shifted.
She should've walked away.
But curiosity is dangerous. Especially when it whispers in the voice of a sinner.