"Then ask me for a walk," he said quietly. "Just a walk on the sand. No bodyguards, no cameras. Just us."
Andrei sat at the head of the table, his silk shirt unbuttoned halfway. He had everything—the cars, the influence, the respect. But as the speakers began to play the familiar opening chords of his gaze drifted to Elena, who was standing by the balcony railing, looking out at the waves. "Then ask me for a walk," he said quietly
For the first time in years, he didn't offer a gift or a promise of a luxury trip. He simply turned off the external speakers, silencing the music for the crowd, and pulled her into a dance in the sudden, heavy silence of the terrace. Just us
Andrei reached out, taking her hand. "The song says I’d give you the moon from the sky. Is that what’s wrong? I haven't found a way to pull it down yet?" For the first time in years, he didn't