standing in the private elevator that led up to alec’s penthouse, céleste couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just stepped into an episode of succession — or something equally absurdly wealthy. it was rare that a client had their own gym — even rarer that she would be the one making the house call. but then again . . this felt different. she wasn’t nervous. céleste didn’t get nervous. especially not when it came to work. and this was just work. that’s what she kept telling herself. but as the elevator climbed, the thought she had been trying to suppress surfaced once again — why did she keep thinking about him? she was hardly the type to let a man occupy space in her mind. detached, selective, uninterested — that was how she had always played the game. and yet, somehow, alec had managed to slip past those defenses, taking up more real estate in her thoughts than she was willing to admit. shaking her head slightly, she exhaled, forcing the thought away. this was a session, like any other. it might be his home, but in her mind, she still held the upper hand. she always did. by the time the elevator dinged, announcing her arrival, she had already slipped back into her usual, unshakable confidence. stepping forward with her head high, her voice rang out, smooth and effortless. "hello? alec?"
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casually resting his back against the wall, alec kept his eyes on the private elevator as the numbers ticked up. he wasn’t nervous per se, but there was a certain anticipation stirring in his nerves, a rare feeling he wasn’t about to analyze too deeply. celeste was fiery, quick-witted and undeniably attractive to the point where it was impossible for one not to look twice, and while he wasn’t the sort of guy that let himself get caught up over a girl, alec had to admit that she was able to get under his skin. their first meeting at the elysian party had given him a taste of what it was like to be around her, and now she was about to step into his territory (all business, no games... at least, theoretically). rolling his shoulders back, he waited with bated breath as the lift stopped on the penthouse floor. whatever happened next, he was ready for it.
hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk
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