The city lights shimmered beyond the tall glass walls of the executive office, reflecting Alyssa’s rigid silhouette as she stood straight-backed, arms folded across her chest. The air felt heavy, as if every breath had to be dragged in by force. She heard footsteps behind her—footsteps she knew all too well.

“You followed me again,” Alyssa said without turning around.

“I’m making sure you don’t do anything foolish,” Ethan replied. His voice was low, tight, like a wire stretched too far.

Alyssa let out a small, bitter laugh. “Interesting. Because from what I see, you always appear the moment I start thinking for myself.”

Ethan stopped two steps behind her....