Watchful Eyes

As I got into his car, he handed me a bouquet of roses. "Picked these up on the way."

The sweet scent filled the air, and I smiled. "Thanks, they're beautiful."

Tristan was still in his work clothes, looking even more refined than usual. Maybe it was the job, but he seemed to carry himself differently now—like a young, sharp-eyed leopard, his gaze more intense than ever.

He gently pulled me into h