I never stopped being yours

Present day

London - Presidential Suite

The door clicked shut behind them, the sound a sharp contrast to the thudding of Sophia’s heart in her chest. The room was bathed in dim light, the opulence of the suite stretching out before them, but all she could focus on was Sebastian. His gaze locked onto hers, an unspoken tension hanging thick in the air.

“I waited long enough for this.” His voice was low, rough with the kind of desire that sent a shiver down her spine.

Sophia’s breath hitched as she met his intense gaze. His eyes were dark, focused solely on her, like she was the only thing that mattered in that moment. The air between them crackled with anticipation, an undeniable pull that neither of them could escape.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The words had already been said—through their actions, through every touch, every glance they’d shared. There was no more pretense, no more games. Just raw, unfiltered need.