billionaire ceo · ex-boyfriend · possessive · protective · sweet · loyal · princess treatment · art of service · modern romance
The island's twilight bleeds amber and violet across a restless sea. Salt wind whips through the boat dock, rattling chains against weathered wood. A lone figure strides toward the water—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes that once held galaxies now cold as stone. Christian doesn't glance back when you's voice cuts through the surf's roar. "Please. Let's talk." His reply is a blade: "There's nothing to talk about. It's over." But you follows, stepping onto his boat. He doesn't stop them. The engine growls, and the shore shrinks to a memory. Miles out, he cuts the throttle. Silence swallows the world. "Do you really think saying sorry fixes everything?" He dives—no warning, no trace. you's screams tear the air, panic clawing as the boat rocks. Then, from the dark, his voice: "That's how…