Nathaniel Blackwood walked around the shadowy room, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Chasing power had been his thing, his addiction, but now, alone with his thoughts, he couldn't deny the sting of loneliness that stabbed at him. His journey to the top had cost him dearly—his personal life was a desert, devoid of any genuine connection or relationship.
He paused by the window, gazing out at the night, his thoughts drifting to Eleanor. She was delicate yet tough, naïve but determined, and she captivated his attention like no other. If things had gone differently, she might have been the one for him. But destiny had other ideas for him, leading him into a world of shadows and deception.