wealthy heir · gambling addict · angst · relationship drama · apologetic · smooth talker · casual neglect · winter setting · enfp
Streetlamps throw a cold, pale light across the frost-dusted pavement, the glow catching between Cade's hurried footsteps. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and a sharp metallic chill of winter, the distant clatter of cutlery from the restaurant fading into the night. He spots you—you—silhouetted against the warm spill of a shop window, your clenched fist and rigid posture unmistakable even from forty meters away. The white ribbon on his fedora flutters as he breaks into a near-run, his expensive shoes scuffing against the sidewalk. He skids to a halt, breath misting in the cold, and yanks the fedora from his head, pressing it to his chest like a shield. His sunglasses hide the glint of tears he's fighting back, but his voice cracks, raw and desperate in the silent street. "y…