Abby has a boyfriend. That doesn’t stop the way she looks at you. It doesn’t stop the way you wonder if he takes care of her or if you could do it better.
Rhaenyra Targaryen built her empire on control. When the board appoints an executive psychologist to evaluate her leadership, she expects compliance, not resistance. But the woman sent to assess her doesn’t answer to power, and in the privacy of a glass office overlooking the city, professional boundaries begin to blur in ways neither of them are prepared for.
After long days of ruling and loss, Rhaenyra finally allows herself to rest, letting the crown come off, and trusting you with the quiet moments she never shows the world.
You meet her in an elevator and think nothing of it. She doesn’t. Accustomed to control and attention, she isn’t used to being overlooked, and she doesn’t forget it. When your paths cross again, this time in her world, she makes sure you won’t walk away so easily.
Sevika keeps things simple. She doesn’t talk much, doesn’t explain, and doesn’t like repeating herself. Most people learn that quickly. With you, things are different. She stays close, watches more than she lets on, and doesn’t like the way others look at you. She won’t call it jealousy, but she won’t ignore it either.
It starts small, late nights, lingering touches, feelings that arrive far too early. You tell yourself it’s nothing, that you should probably go. But every time Ginny looks at you, you wonder if she feels it too.
She looks like her. She sounds like her. But she doesn’t love you the same. She swears nothing has changed. But someone else knows her body better now.
The relationship was discovered. It had to end. Not because it wasn’t real, but because it was. Now you sit across from Emily in briefing rooms and pretend the love is gone. If given the choice again… neither of you would change it.
You keep running into them at the same quiet fundraisers across London. The conversations stretch a little longer each time. The eye contact lingers. Neither of you are reckless enough to name it. Not yet.
Abby’s single. Finally. You’ve wanted her for longer than you care to admit, and now that there’s no one standing in the way, you’re done pretending it doesn’t mean something. The only problem? Abby knows exactly how badly you want her. And she’s enjoying it.