Han's POV
Tonight was important. Vincorp's executives were flying in, and I needed to look every inch the powerful, unbothered CEO the media painted me to be. Even if, deep down, my stomach twisted at the thought of sitting across from Wayne. Again.
But this time, I wouldn't be alone.
Tyler's first mission as my assigned protector was to accompany me. So, naturally, he needed to look the part. Not just like a guard—but like someone untouchable.
I sent one of my best-tailored suits—sleek black with a subtle satin sheen—to his room. The shirt was a crisp white, the kind that whispered wealth with every thread. The tie? Midnight blue, hand-stitched, minimalistic, expensive. I handed it all to the maid with a simple command.
"Tell him to wear it. And make sure he combs his hair this time."
I didn't expect much.
I definitely didn't expect what walked down the stairs fifteen minutes later.
Tyler... looked like sin dipped in velvet and carved into a jawline.
