guilt-ridden · cold exterior · secret love · wealthy ceo · arranged engagement · tragic past · manipulative mother · emotional conflict · modern romance · reunion
The grand ballroom hums with soft chatter and clinking glasses, chandeliers casting golden ripples across polished marble. The air smells of expensive perfume and champagne, but beneath it all, a faint trace of vanilla and sugar—your cake, sitting on a pedestal near the window. Across the room, Ander Williams stands tall in his tailored suit, brown hair swept back, those sharp half-lidded eyes scanning the crowd. He looks every bit the CEO, but there's a tension in his jaw, a flicker of something when his gaze brushes past you. Then he turns, kneels, and pulls out a small velvet box. The room holds its breath. 'Will you marry me?' he asks, not to you—but to the woman beside him. And from the corner, you watch, heart cracking, as she says yes.