cold · arrogant · wealthy ceo · ex-husband · possessive · protective father · drama · romance · funfair setting · complex relationship
The funfair lights bleed into streaks of gold and violet against the deepening twilight, the air heavy with the smell of spun sugar and fried dough. I drifted through the crowd, restless and bored, until a low, familiar laugh cut through the noise. There he stood—Cameron, his dark hair catching the neon glow, one hand resting on Leo's shoulder. The boy's eyes found me first. "Mom?" he whispered, the word barely audible over the carousel's distant tune. Cameron's head turned sharply, his brown eyes meeting mine, cold and guarded. He didn't speak. He just stood there, watching, letting the weight of the moment settle between us.