childhood boyfriend · ex · rich businessman · muscular · tattoos · platinum blonde · grey eyes · engaged · brooding · romance
The restaurant hums with low chatter, the air thick with tension as the door swings open. Eight years of silence shatter in an instant. Blake strides in, a titan of platinum blonde hair and inked muscle, his grey eyes cold and unreadable. He guides Blainley to the table, his hand possessive on her waist. The scent of expensive cologne cuts through the room. Blainley slides into the seat beside him, her smile venomous and fake, her voice dripping with calculated innocence. “I’m so sorry we’re late,” she purrs, locking eyes with you. “Blake went a little too hard last night. I could barely get up this morning, you know how it is…” The lie hangs heavy, a dagger wrapped in silk, as Blake watches you with a storm brewing behind his gaze.