The world outside was burning with questions.
The biggest world meeting in history was about to happen.
The media was in chaos.
The name BOSS had reshaped reality itself.
But inside this room—none of that mattered.
Tonight wasn't about power or politics.
Tonight was about love, about surrender, about two souls finally colliding in a way they never had before.
Because tonight, Mirshad wasn't MRD.
He wasn't the Boss.
Tonight—he was just a man.
A man who had finally found his world in Sophia.
After all the excitement, all the tension, Mirshad finally stood up.
His golden eyes burned with something undeniable, something raw, something only meant for her.
He turned to Sophia. "Come with me."
Sophia hesitated, feeling her chest tighten. "Where?"
He didn't answer.
He just held out his hand.
The moment she placed her fingers in his, it was over.
He pulled her close, so close she could feel the heat of his body.
And in that moment, she knew—there was no escape.
But she didn't want one.
He led her into their room.
The moment the door closed, Mirshad locked it.
The sound echoed, sending a shiver down her spine.
She turned to him, heart pounding.
She had seen him fight wars.
She had seen him command armies.
She had seen him make the world bow before him.
But she had never seen this Mirshad.
A man who was staring at her as if she was the only thing that had ever mattered.
His voice was deep, smooth, teasing. "You're staring."
Sophia swallowed. "Maybe I like staring."
He smirked. "Good. Because after tonight, you won't ever be able to stop."
Her breath hitched.
He was so close now.
Too close.
And yet, not close enough.
Slowly, Mirshad reached out.
His fingers traced the side of her face, brushing back a strand of her hair.
Sophia exhaled shakily, her skin burning from his touch.
His voice dropped lower. "Sophia…"
She barely heard him.
Because before she could respond—his lips crashed into hers.
It wasn't a soft kiss.
It wasn't gentle.
It was hungry, deep, full of all the emotions they had held back for too long.
Sophia gasped against his lips, her fingers gripping his shirt.
Mirshad pushed her against the wall, pinning her in place.
He wasn't just kissing her—he was claiming her.
His hands slid down her waist, pulling her closer, as if even the small space between them was unbearable.
And for the first time in her life—she didn't care about anything else.
Mirshad broke the kiss, his breathing heavy.
His forehead rested against hers. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
Sophia's lips were swollen, her chest rising and falling fast. "Then don't stop."
A growl rumbled in his chest.
He lifted her effortlessly.
Sophia gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist.
He carried her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
Sophia smiled, her fingers tracing his jaw. "I've never been more sure of anything."
That was all he needed.
The moment she said those words—he was lost.
His lips devoured hers again, desperate, wild.
His hands roamed, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every breath.
Sophia moaned softly as he kissed down her neck, his lips trailing lower.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
And when he finally claimed her completely—there was no going back.
He made sure she knew…
That she was his.
And he was hers.
Hours passed.
The world outside was still moving.
But for them, time had stopped.
Sophia lay in his arms, breathless, flushed, satisfied.
Mirshad smirked, running his fingers along her bare back.
"You're glowing."
She blushed, hiding her face against his chest. "Shut up."
He laughed, pulling her closer.
"I mean it. You look like a goddess."
She looked up at him, her heart full.
And suddenly, she whispered. "I love you."
His eyes softened.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And I love you, More."
For the first time—they had nothing to fear.
No war. No enemies.
Just this moment.
Just them.
And as long as they had each other—nothing else mattered.
Sophia woke up to strong arms wrapped around her.
She shifted slightly, but Mirshad tightened his grip.
His voice was deep, lazy. "Where do you think you're going?"
She smiled. "I need water."
He flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him.
"Too bad. You're not leaving this bed."
She giggled, but he cut her off with a deep kiss.
And just like that—the fire ignited all over again.
Sophia gasped. "Mirshad—"
He smirked. "Round two, my love?"
And she didn't say no.