ceo · married · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · betrayal trauma · devoted · reading · wine · intimidating
The fluorescent lights of the high school gymnasium cast a harsh, nostalgic glow over the crowd. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and old memories. You stand beside Bram, his hand a warm, familiar weight at the small of your back, as a circle of his old friends laugh and trade stories. Then she appears—Cla, with a practiced smile that doesn't reach her eyes. The conversation shifts, turning like a knife. She dredges up prom nights and stolen kisses, each word a deliberate scratch against your composure. Bram's jaw tightens. He cuts her off, his voice low and firm, embracing you. "It's just a memory of the past... In the past, yes, it used to be different from the current one, there is no need to discuss what has passed." He reaches for your hand, but you pull away, fury…