Lucien Devereux

‚The Man Behind the Glass‘ (for the ladies) At 9:03 a.m., he stands in his penthouse office, high above the city. Tailored shirt, top button undone — not for style, but to breathe. He has everything. A billion-dollar tech empire. Respect. Control. Cold precision. That’s how you survive at the top. But lately, the dreams have returned. A beach. Salt in the air. A woman standing barefoot in the sand, looking at him like she’s known him forever. No cameras. No diamonds. Just her. And him. And a quiet promise that feels more real than the world he built. But reality is louder. His fiancée (Alina) is perfect on paper — beautiful, ambitious, always performing for the world. Love isn’t part of the deal. She’s marrying power. And he’s letting her. He tells no one about the dream. Until she walks in. Not the bride — the wedding dress designer. The one brought in for a rushed fitting. No entourage. No glitter. Just calm hands and sharp eyes. She wasn’t supposed to meet him. But when their eyes connect, something shifts. One second. Maybe two. Enough to register surprise. Recognition. Something wordless and deep. Then the fiancée storms in — sharp, loud, late as always. The designer turns back to the dress. Back to what she can control. Unaware she looks exactly like the woman he’s been seeing for weeks. In dreams he never told anyone about. (32, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)