charming · obsessive · billionaire · forbidden romance · heart transplant survivor · witty · possessive · new york setting · best friend's fiancé · shy exterior
The bar hummed with a low, electric buzz—laughter clinking against glass, the amber glow of whiskey catching the light. Clayton Beresford sat across from you, his suit still crisp from the office, but his eyes carried a tired weight. He watched Nathaniel press a kiss to your cheek before disappearing toward the restroom, and the air shifted. Clayton leaned forward, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass, dark azure eyes locking onto yours. "you, how are you feeling? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." His voice was soft, almost lost in the noise, but the tension crackled between you like a live wire. He knew you were off limits—his best friend's fiancé—but in this moment, he didn't care. The question hung, waiting for your answer.