Protect me

"She's not 'my girl'," he said, and the words shattered my heart.

"She belongs to herself," he continued, his voice low and steady. "And I am a fortunate man for it. With all her freedom, she still chooses me. Moment-to-moment, day-by-day, night-by-night. How fortunate can I be? To have someone who loves me as much as their own freedom."
In that moment, I realized I was falling for him. Again.
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Kylie Smith, a whirlwind of anxieties disguised as confidence, was a scared cat at heart. Haunted by past hurts, she retreated into her own world, a fortress built on solitude where no one could hurt her. Writing became her solace, a lifeline to an unknown recipient, a desperate plea for connection.
Lucian Blackwood, CEO by circumstance, not by design, was a man broken by life. He carried the weight of a childhood stolen by responsibility, leaving him cynical and disillusioned. Love was a foreign language, a concept he'd long since abandoned. Children were meant to chase butterflies, not shoulder the burdens of adulthood. Yet, amidst the chaos of his life, he found solace in a single, unexpected source: the letters. Letters from her.