Zander's pov
Days had passed since that evening in the office, and Alex had vanished as suddenly as he'd appeared. Calls went unanswered. Messages ignored. I stared at the empty chair across from my desk, tracing the space he had filled so effortlessly.
I didn't understand it. He had been close—too close—and then gone. The pull of his presence lingered in the air, subtle but maddening, like a scent I couldn't place but instinctively wanted to follow.
I leaned back, rubbing my temples. What am I even feeling? I had no right to care, no reason to let him unsettle me like this, and yet… the silence gnawed at me.
The office felt colder without him. Every paper, every pen, even the faint hum of the city outside reminded me that he wasn't here. The quiet was unbearable, heavy with tension I couldn't explain.
Part of me wanted to search for him, to drag him back to this room and see if he'd admit the same pull I'd felt that night. Another part warned me to stay composed, to maintain control. But even as I tried, I could feel the subtle thrum of desire—the memory of his warmth, his teasing, the way he had leaned just close enough to ignite something I wasn't ready to name.
And yet… he was gone.
Unreachable.