Aman_Fatima_3327

A chance upgrade on a flight to London turns Elena Reyes’ life upside down when she ends up seated beside a stranger too captivating to ignore. He’s kind, calm, and magnetic—but completely off the grid. What she doesn’t know is that Zayden Wolfe is no ordinary passenger. He’s the reclusive CEO of a billion-dollar empire... and he just met the one girl who makes him want to risk everything.
A spilled drink, a pink heart-shaped band-aid, and a flight full of accidental touches lead to something neither of them expected: fate.

To my dear lover

A faraway sound of beeping. Voices muffled like she was underwater.

Her eyelids felt heavy—like they'd been stitched together. Her body… numb. But warm. Safe?

It tugged her back like a thread unraveling in the dark.

Suddenly, everything rushed in. The cold metal walls of the elevator. The panic. The lights going out. The air closing in. Her chest tightening. The fear. The helplessness.

Blinding light. A ceiling. Sterile white. A faint scent of antiseptic. And beside her—

Sitting there, hands tangled in his hair, eyes wide and glassy as he stared at her like she was a miracle.

He jerked forward, his hand gripping hers gently like she'd vanish again. His voice cracked, raw with emotion. "You're awake."

"What... happened?" Her throat felt like sandpaper. "Where... am I?"

"You fainted," he whispered, brushing her hair back. "In the elevator. Celeste… she did it. Locked you in."

Elena blinked, the memory settling in. "Celeste?"

He nodded grimly. "I have security footage. She's done. I won't let her near you again."

She stared at him. His eyes—bloodshot. Jaw clenched. That unshakeable calm shattered into something so human. So afraid.

"How long was I out?" she asked softly.

"Two days," he said, barely louder than a breath. "You scared the hell out of me, Elena."

She reached for his hand. "I didn't mean to..."

"Don't," he said hoarsely, squeezing her fingers. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

There was silence for a moment. She studied him—his unshaven jaw, his wrinkled shirt. He hadn't left her side.

And then, suddenly, the tears came. Hers.

"I thought I was going to die in there," she whispered.

He cupped her face, leaning close. "I would've torn the whole building down if I didn't find you in time."

His forehead pressed to hers, and something inside her cracked open.

He watched her breathe. Speak. Move.

Seeing her eyes open again—everything in him softened.

But underneath that softness... was fury. The kind that simmered quiet and deadly.

Celeste would face the consequences. And he'd tear down anyone who ever dared hurt Elena again.

Right now, though, none of that mattered.

Her fingers curled around his like they remembered where they belonged. Her tears soaked his skin. Her voice, cracked and shaky, still made his heart

Zayden leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Eyes that remember