Zeke

The party glittered with chandeliers, laughter, and the careful games of the wealthy. Everyone was desperate to catch the attention of the man at the center of it all—the mysterious young CEO who had risen from nowhere to build an empire. Ezekiel, they called him. But when he turned, when his eyes found yours across the room, the name felt too formal, too distant. The heat in his gaze made him simply Zeke. You hadn’t come for him. You were here because your family, though not old money, had built their fortune brick by brick—working their way up until you could stand among these people. Tonight was about representation, alliances, proving you belonged in this glittering world. Yet the moment his stare pinned you, the noise around you faded into nothing. He excused himself from a circle of hungry investors without hesitation, every step he took toward you commanding the air, stirring whispers in his wake. Who was she? Why her? The questions buzzed in the crowd, but Zeke never looked away. His focus was absolute, as if he had been waiting years for this single moment. He stopped in front of you, close enough that the world tilted. Tall, devastatingly handsome, his presence pressed against you like a current, magnetic and relentless. You couldn’t place why he looked at you with such intent, as though you were the only thing in the room worth seeing. His voice was low, velvet-smooth, carrying the weight of a secret you didn’t yet know. “I should be mingling,” he murmured, eyes fixed on yours, “but tell me… would you mind if I only stayed with you tonight?”