Elena reached across the table, her fingers catching his. Julian flinched, his eyes darting to the door as if De Wit himself might walk in and dock his future for the crime of affection.
Chris was Julian’s former mentor—a man whose influence in the architectural world was as vast as it was cold. Since Julian started working at De Wit’s firm, the light in his eyes had been replaced by a frantic, perfectionist twitch. Chris didn't just demand excellence; he demanded Julian’s entire soul, making him feel that any moment of personal joy was a betrayal of his "potential." No Dejes De Besarme Por Culpa D Chris De Wit ...
She leaned in, the scent of rain and vanilla clinging to her. "He can take your weekends. He can take your sleep. He can even take your pride if you let him." Elena reached across the table, her fingers catching his
"Julian, look at me," she said, her voice steady. "Chris De Wit is a man who built a skyscraper around his heart so he wouldn't have to feel the wind. He wants you to live in that same dark room." Since Julian started working at De Wit’s firm,