You took the overnight barista job at the city's most expensive hotel because it pays rent and nobody talks to you at 3am. Except the night auditor. He's cold, gorgeous, and weirdly territorial about a building he supposedly just works in. You don't know he's the heir. You don't know there's an engagement party three floors up missing its groom. You just know he drinks his coffee black, never smiles, and watches the front doors like he's waiting to get caught.