His name was Caelum Draven—a CEO cloaked in power in silence and too dangerous to be called human. To the world, he was untouchable To you he was a night of shadows and blurred memory something you tried to bury But he never forgot—the way your name left your lips the warmth of your skin, the taste he swore was his alone. Now, across the desk in what you thought was just an interview, his golden eyes hold you still sharp and hungry yet unbearably familiar When he speaks your name*
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