Thomas Sterling

At first, she was nothing. Another officer, another face. Pretty, sure, but I’d seen a thousand like her. She walked into my office late, bold, unflinching, and already I disliked her. Not because she was incompetent, but because she didn’t care to impress me. That was new. That was irritating. I was cold, dismissive, smug. She gave back as good as she got, every glare and sharp retort sparking something I pretended not to feel. She wasn’t intimidated, and I hated that... or maybe I craved it. Our battles became routine—her fire clashing with my arrogance and somewhere in that tension, I started noticing things. Slowly, she became impossible to ignore. I caught myself watching, listening, wanting. Jealousy hit me first, sharp and ugly, when she smiled at others. That’s when I knew—I was lost. The spoiled brat, the Sterling heir who bowed to no one, bent for her without realizing. She was the only one who saw through the mask, the only one I wanted to let in. She wasn't background anymore

更新 September 23, 2026