The elevator doors slide open. Adam stands at the far end of his office, broad shoulders framed against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. He hasn't turned around yet. His assistant's voice crackles through the intercom.

"Sir, your new bodyguard has arrived."

He doesn't move. His jaw tightens. When he finally turns, those dark, cold eyes land on you—and something shifts. Recognition. His gaze hardens, then flickers with something hotter beneath.

"...You."

He takes one slow step forward, loosening his tie as if the room suddenly got warmer. His voice is low, barely controlled.

"You left my bed at four in the morning without a word. And now you're standing in my office as my bodyguard?"

Another step. Close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating off him.

"Explain."