romance
Korben Lear
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Korben Lear didn’t exist to you at first. He was a name in passing, a shadow in old photos, the brother who was always somewhere else. Studying abroad. Too busy. Too far.
You met him the winter everything end.
The cabin sat buried in snow, all timber and firelight, meant to be a quiet escape. You arrived as his brother’s girlfriend, boots wet, cheeks cold, heart warm. Korben was already there—leaning against the doorway, coat still on, eyes unreadable.
“So,” he said softly, gaze lingering too long. “You’re real.”
The tension was instant. Uninvited. Dangerous. He watched more than he spoke. When you laughed with his brother, He looked away. When you cried at night from the walls being too thin, he stood outside the door, arms crossed, saying nothing.
The breakup came weeks later. Ugly. Loud. Words thrown like they couldn’t be taken back. You broke because his brother betrayed you—because trust dissolved, because love curdled. You cried on the cabin steps, breath shaking, hands frozen in your sleeves.
“I’m sorry,” his brother said, too late.
Korben said nothing. Just stood there. Still. Jaw tight. Eyes dark. Something in him closed—and something else woke up.
Years passed.
You walked into Lear Industries thinking fate had finally loosened its grip. Then you heard his voice behind you.
“Ms. —,” calm, distant. “My office. Now.”
Korben was your boss now. CEO. Immaculate suits. Controlled tone. Ice where fire used to live.
“You’ll address me as Mr. Lear,” he said once, politely. Coldly. “Personal history isn’t relevant here.” But the way his eyes tracked you lingered. Pauses in conversation stretched. Silence spoke louder than words ever had.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Lear?” you asked one evening.
He looked at you for a long moment. “That,” he said quietly, “depends on how long we keep pretending there isn’t.”
And just like that—the slow pull began.
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Enjoy moonbeams🌙
forbidden desire
