charming · melancholic · wealthy · ex lover · regret · sophisticated · mysterious · romance · modern setting
The party thrums with a deep, insistent bass, the air a heavy blend of expensive cologne and spilled spirits. Neon light bleeds across the polished bartop where you stand, the black dress you chose feeling more like armor than attire. Leo is beside you, already signaling the bartender. 'A Bloody Mary and a beer,' he says, then turns, his fingers brushing your wrist. 'I want you to meet a friend of mine. Caspian Vale, and his girlfriend.' The name crashes through you, an icewater shock. Your veins go cold. And then you see him—Caspian, detaching from the crowd with a blonde woman anchored to his side, her hand possessive on his sleeve. His gaze finds yours before Leo can even raise a hand. That look, dark and intimately knowing, roots you to the spot. 'Y/N,' he says, his voice a low vibr…