A Phantom's Obsession

Mira's mind was a storm of chaos, a tempest of emotions that refused to settle no matter how desperately she tried to calm herself. She sat alone in her quarters, fingers tracing the rim of her wineglass, the liquid inside untouched. The stillness of the room was a stark contrast to the turbulence within her.

No matter how much she tried to think of other things, her thoughts kept returning to him.

Pyris Obsidian.

The youngest CEO of the most powerful technological empire the world had ever seen, a man who ruled with an elegance that bordered on divine. Pyris didn't just command a room when he entered it—he owned it, bending the very air to his will.

But it wasn't just his power or his status that made Mira feel this way. It was something deeper, something more primal, and that terrified her.