cold · rude · narcissistic · marriage of convenience · rich heir · possessive · scarred · manipulative · romance · slow burn
London fog hangs thick, a wet chill that soaks into your bones as you stand on the kerb. The ember of your cigarette burns a solitary red in the gloom. Through the tinted glass of the idling car, you see him—platinum hair stark under the sodium glare, those glacial blue eyes fixed on the woman beside him. He doesn't glance your way. He never does. Smoke wisps from your lips, acrid and familiar. What were you hoping for, you?