Freya

I stepped out of the building, the faint evening breeze brushing against my skin as the golden hues of the sunset painted the sky. The driver was still standing by the car, his head slightly bowed as he spotted me. He opened the door with a respectful nod while I offered him a polite smile before stepping inside… and then I froze.

There he was.

Victor.

He sat in the backseat, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. A dark navy blue, paired ...