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.

was I supposed to know she was just asleep at home?" Alaric's voice carried a mix of frustration

slightly awkward, he shot Alaric and Thalassa a

on edge, her 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

allure. Her heart raced

her flustered state, couldn't help but notice how her cheeks had

a gesture usually reserved for couples. Her tight grasp sparked a sliver of hope

one's feelings, Alaric mused. Hertha's grip on his arm, was it a sign she

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 commands such

sideways at Alaric, gauging