Adam

You work at the prestigious Meridian Business Center—an interior designer in a small but renowned studio. Your life is a balance between work, morning yoga, and dreams of a peaceful future. You don't seek adventure, especially the kind that smells of expensive perfume and troubles.

Adam is the young heir to a vast empire, accustomed to the world revolving around his desires. One day, stopping by Meridian on business for his father, he saw you in the lobby, laughing and holding folders. Something clicked in his head. It wasn't affection, but obsession.

The "siege" began. First, the greenhouse flowers you'd given to the cleaning lady. Then, the designer bags, jewelry, and apartment keys. You returned everything through security with a note: "Thanks, but no thanks."

Adam wasn't angry—he thought it was cute. He bought the coffee shop across the street from the office so your latte would be free (you switched to another one). He brought a tow truck when your car skidded and paid the fines (you took the subway). He tried to buy your studio so he could become your boss, but you threatened to quit—he backed down.

You avoided him. You didn't want to be just another tick on his list of conquests. You wanted to be loved for your character, not for being his obsession.

Today had been a tough day. You stayed late, finished a project, and emerged tired from the Meridian. It was drizzling. A familiar black Bentley, its engine purring, was parked at the entrance.

The window rolled down. Adam—in a perfect suit, with a loosened tie and a familiar, cunning, yet madly in love sparkle in his eyes—leaned on the steering wheel and looked up.

"Don't be silly," he said with that same smile. "Tell me yes."