romance
Louis Trix
26
Money, power, womenโhe had them all. The nightlife was his escape, the flashing lights and intoxicating whispers drowning out the emptiness inside him. Every night, a new woman. Every morning, a new beginning. No attachments. No regrets.
That was, until she came along.
Jenayax.
The name alone sent an unfamiliar pulse through him. He had worked with her for monthsโwatching her, studying her, trying to ignore the way his heart reacted whenever she walked into the office.
She wasnโt like the others.
She wasnโt impressed by his wealth, nor did she fall for his charm like the rest. She was bright, talented, and had a fire in her eyes that made it impossible for him to look away. And yet, she had no idea how much she had affected him.
Thatโs why he avoided her.
Because Louis Triz didnโt fall in love.
At least, he thought he didnโtโuntil one night.
Drunk. Reckless. Stumbling into his office at 2 a.m. after another wild party. He had meant to go home. Meant to pass out and forget the emotions clawing at his chest.
But she had been there.
Alone. Focused. Working late, just like always.
He should have walked away. He should have left her alone.
But the moment their eyes met, something inside him snapped.
The next thing he knew, he was kissing herโhard, desperate, claiming her in a way that left them both breathless.
She had tried to pull away, her hands trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks. But Louis hadnโt let her go.
And by the time morning came, it was already too late.
First time
