Leah’s POV

My morning started with a simple message:

Alexander: “Don’t make plans after work. I want you to meet someone tonight.”

I stared at the screen, my heart skipping a beat. The tone wasn’t playful or vague—it was quiet and firm, like the kind of thing you say when you’ve made up your mind about something important and meeting someone meens showing off your partner.

By five o’clock, I was equal parts excited and anxious.

He picked me up outside the ...