The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The moment Thalassa spotted Lysander entering the room, her heart skipped a beat, seizing up as if caught in a freeze frame.

Turning around, she found herself locked into Lysander's icy, profound gaze. His eyes were like two dark voids, capable of sucking in anyone's soul with their chilling depth.

A sudden stiffness took over Thalassa's body when she realized her hand, holding a teacup, was inches away from brushing against Callum's, who was also holding his cup. The proximity of their hands was unspokenly intimate.

She quickly withdrew her hand, glancing back at Lysander only to find his attention had already shifted away. His deep voice broke the silence, directed at Alaric, "Cut the random calls. If this happens again, you know the consequences."

With that, he wheeled himself away, leaving a tense atmosphere in his wake.

MIA for a while. How was I supposed to know she was just asleep at home?" Alaric's voice

in, caught the tail end of the exchange. Feeling slightly awkward, he shot Alaric and Thalassa a sympathetic look before hurrying out

grip on Alaric's arm tightening unconsciously. Only when Lysander had left did she realize how closely she was holding onto him. Alaric winced slightly at the grip, turning to face Hertha. Their eyes

almost fox-like allure. Her heart

but notice how her cheeks had flushed a rosy

gesture usually reserved for couples. Her tight grasp sparked a

truest reflections of one's feelings, Alaric mused. Hertha's grip on his arm, was it

breath, realized the intimacy of their posture. She quickly released her grip and scooted away, her gaze flitting away as she stammered, "Lysander's presence is just so overpowering. I couldn't help but feel intimidated, you know. Even in a wheelchair, he

glanced sideways at Alaric, gauging