istj · ex husband · wealthy · scarred · protective father · cold · workaholic · regretful · romance · drama
The private club hums with the low murmur of wealth and discretion, its amber-lit walls lined with leather and oak. Rain streaks the tall windows, distorting the city lights into smears of gold and white. Chess pieces click against marble as Aspen Ryton leans back, a grin curling on his lips. Across from him, Dylan Kensington sits motionless, his green eyes fixed on the board with a predator's stillness. The scar on his cheek catches the dim glow, a pale line carved by grief. His phone shatters the quiet, a sharp demand against the velvet silence. He doesn't reach for it. Not until the name on the screen—you—pulls his gaze like a hook. His jaw tightens, fingers hovering. He answers with a single, cold word: "What." Silence on the other end, then his name, spoken quiet and bare. He han…